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James was a year old and Albus was a new born when Ginny Weasley decided to leave them.

 Harry had found her note a few days after Albus had been born; five to be exact. His heart broke as his eyes scan through her letter. The words run together as Harry’s eyes water but he gets the gist of it.

I can’t do this again……..I wasn’t meant to be a mother…….I love you Harry but I need to leave………shouldn’t have had kids so soon……..too soon after the war.

 There was more, the letter was three scrolls long. She goes on about their life before the boys; how perfect everything was. How she wanted to travel, try out for Quidditch, and possibly take a cooking class; maybe go to a muggle university just to see what all the hype was about. It seems like she was trying to paint a pretty picture, to make her not look like the worst person Harry ever had the gall to know.

Because Harry wasn’t stupid; he could read between the lines. Ginny wanted Harry, but she didn’t want the boys.

His watery eyes drift to his bed and his heart clenches. Jamie is asleep in the middle; pillows tucked around him, his little hands clutching his blanket. Albus is in the bassinet next to the bed; one soft baby hand in his mouth as he gives little sucks, letting out the most adorable snores.

‘The loves of my life,’ Harry’s thought rings as if he had screamed it out loud. How could she leave those two precious angels? How could she walk away from the life she helped create and brought to this world? Harry didn’t care if she left him, he didn’t care if she has stopped loving him (though she claims that wasn’t it), but this he could never forgive her for.

He could never forgive the mother who abandoned her children.

She says over and over in her letter that she is too young; they both are. Harry might have cared about that two years ago; he had been terrified when Ginny had told him she was pregnant. The result of a broken condom and no protection spells.

But once he held Jamie, Harry knew he wanted nothing more than him. Though he was still terrified, it was overrun by the love and joy he got from having his son in his arms; and then Albus happened as well, another accident. Really, you think Harry would have learned the first time. But it happened, and though he was still overwhelmed with being a new dad, he cried tears of joy when he heard his son’s heartbeat.

 Maybe it was his fault for not taking in Ginny’s feelings or reactions. Where he had been nothing but happy, she was resigned and miserable. Thinking back on it now she had been livid when she found out they were pregnant again.

Harry had said this was a sign that they were meant to be, and it was time to make her a proper Potter. He laughed and she had punched him; told him the only way to make her a Potter seemed to be to get pregnant.

He thought she was joking at the time but now when he thinks, he could hear the bitterness in her tone. Like she honestly believed Harry only wanted to marry her because of the kids. He is so glad he never got down on one knee for her.

Harry stares down at the letter and his hurt and tears are replaced by pure anger and hatred. Ginny is hurting his boys. Because yes, they are his, not hers. No one who can leave their children like this deserves to be called a parent.

He wants to scream at her, wants to tear this letter and set it on fire. But before he can Jamie lets out a small whine. Harry looks up and sees him stirring. Small hazel eyes flutter and he lets out a small, “Dada.” His lips wobble when he doesn’t see his father right away.

Dropping the letter, Harry stands, walking towards his baby. Finally James finds him and he gurgles, hands going up in a grabbing motion. Harry doesn’t hesitate to pick him up and clutch him to his chest. Jamie burrows into him and lets out a happy sigh.

Harry can’t think of Ginny right now. No, he has two kids to think about; two babies to be precise. He doesn’t let panic grip him, though it very well could. But no he can’t panic because it isn’t just him in this house.

He is a 21 year old dad with an infant and a newborn; but he is not allowed to panic.

+++

Hermione scribbles furiously and Harry winces as he feels his hand cramp for her. “Calm down, ‘Mione. You’re going to burn through the scroll if you continue with that.” She doesn’t slow but she does say, “I am getting this done today. She is going to sign this or Merlin, help me, I will strangle that ginger.” Her words come out in a growl and he shivers in fear a bit.     

Maybe it had been a mistake to ask Hermione for help on this. He knew there was something about conflict of interest but no one was going to say anything; not to two people, both with an Order of Merlin, for you know, saving the wizarding world. He could have found another solicitor, but really there was no one else he trusted more.

It had been six months since Ginny had left. Six months since the entire Weasley clan had come to his house, a mixture of anger, sorrow, and fear in their eyes. Six months since he had told them that no, he was not going to keep them from seeing the boys; that no, he wasn’t going to look for Ginny, she had made her choice. Six months since Molly and Arthur apologized to him for their daughter; Molly was heartbroken, not understanding how her own child could do this to her family.

She claimed she had no idea. None of them had. Charlie had looked shocked when Harry had let them read the letter that had broken his heart. George and Bill were angry, both faces as red as their hair. Molly sobbed as Arthur held her his face full of embarrassment and remorse. But Ron……….Ron wouldn’t even look Harry in the face. Shame, hurt, and betrayal ran across his freckled face. When he finally did look at Harry, his resolve broke. Tears had gone done his face and Ron dissaparated before Harry could stop him.

Hermione hadn’t left his side in six months. She had fixated herself in Godric’s Hollow with Harry and his boys, taking the extra bedroom Harry had used as an office. He hadn’t needed it anymore; seeing as he quit the Auror’s a few days after Ginny had left. He had still been in training so it wasn’t like it was hard to leave.

When Hermione had asked him why, his answer was simple. “I’m a father, ‘Minoe. I have my children to think about and being an Auror is not an ideal job for a single parent.” She cried that night, saying what an amazing father and person he was. She moved in the next day and said she wasn’t leaving him alone in this.

It took Ron two months to face him. And when he did he threw his arms around Harry. He clutched on to his best mate.

“I’m so sorry Harry. I……I just couldn’t look at you. It would tear me up; knowing that someone in my family hurt you and the boys. I…….I didn’t feel I deserved to be you friend; to even be near you guys.”

His words sliced at Harry and he hugged Ron tighter. “You bloody idiot. Don’t ever think that. You didn’t hurt me Ron. That was Ginny; and while I don’t want to see her, I could never hate you. This isn’t your fault, and I know you’re blaming yourself. Stop it, I need my best mate, and the boys need their Godfather. I can’t do this without you.”

Ron hadn’t moved in but he was there practically every day. Sometimes he slept over, seeing as how he and Hermione were dating, but he didn’t move in.  Harry never asked why but he had a hunch it had to do with his guilt.

“There, it’s done,” Hermione held up the documents in triumph. Harry snaps back to the present and feels a weight settle on his shoulders.

“It’s 100% clear?” His voice shakes a bit. Hermione gives him a sad smile, “Don’t worry Harry she won’t ever be able to take your boys away. It’s not like she even wants that; she made that very clear when she fucked off.” Hermione looks over her shoulder in alarm.

Harry chuckles a little, “Don’t worry both boys are asleep right now. Molly really tuckered them out during their play date.”

Hermione groans, “All that means is you’re going to be up all night.” Harry shrugs, “It’s not like I have a job right now anyway.”

Hermione shakes her head, “Thank Godric you’re parents left you a fortune and you’re investment at the Weasley’s shop is paying off.” Harry would never regret that small investment; it was making him more gallons then being an Auror had.

Hermione waves her wand and soon the scrolls are gone. She says, “I will send that off tomorrow to the solicitor of the Fitchburg Finches; I’ve been in touch, she knows they’re coming.”

Fear grips his heart, “What if she doesn’t sign them ‘Minoe?” The witch growls, “Oh, she will sign them alright. Ginny and I didn’t have a pretty conversation when I had the legal meeting with her and Jerkins. Can you believe she had the gall to smile and greet me like nothing was wrong? The nerve of that witch!”

He does remember, actually. Harry hadn’t been there for that, Hermione refused to put them in the same room even if it was only through Floo. But she had come home from her office shaking. She admitted to almost throwing a hex to see if it would land all the way in America.

His best friend was so level headed and intelligent; so it had taken him completely by surprise when she told him that the night Ginny left, she had aparated for days; searching for Ginny just so she could punch her and hex her until she couldn’t walk. She had been livid when he told her what she had done; Hermione had been the first person he called as soon as he could talk.

She had also been the one to demand Harry send over paperwork so he would have all custody rights to the boys. They weren’t married; so there was a chance that Ginny could waltz back and take them from him. She didn’t have the right, not in Harry’s eyes, but the Wizengamot could rule in her favor.

Hermione spits out, “She didn’t want them so she has no right to them. I made sure I informed her of that countless of times. She will sign them trust me; she has her stupid new life playing Quidditch in America.”

He sighs but nods. He has to believe that Hermione was right. He doesn’t know what he would do if things went south.

But the next day the weight that had settled on him lifts. The papers come back signed within an hour. Hermione was positive she hadn’t even read them. But whatever the case, Harry let out a sigh of relief as he watches Albus trying to crawl into the kitchen, and Jamie is waddling after him.

His heart swells at the sight of his sons. He doesn’t think his heart could fit anyone else.

+++

James is four and Albus is three when he sees Malfoy again.

They were at a muggle park near 12 Grimmauld Place. About a year ago he had given the house to Ron, in the hopes that he could fix it up and finally ask Hermione to move in with him. He had done a spectacular job of turning the dreary house into a nice comfortable home. But the idiot had yet to ask his long-term girlfriend to move in with him. She was still at Godric’s Hollow.

“Dada! Dada…want swing,” Albus’ voice rung out and Harry chuckled. Jamie was currently playing tag with a group of muggle boys in the sand pit. He made his way to his youngest. Albus stuck out grabby hands and Harry rolled his eyes.

“Use your words Albus,” Harry says with fond exasperation. Albus furrows little brows at him; his green eyes focusing on his father. He opens his mouth, “Up dada, and swings…p…pwease.” He picks him up and places a kiss on his cheek. “That’s my boy, was that so hard?” Albus giggles and places kisses on Harry’s cheek.

He just melts when he does that.

Taking him to the swing meant for infants, he straps him in and pushes him softly. His son giggles and swings his legs. His eyes continue to move from Albus to Jamie; making sure to keep an eye on both. It’s during his glance to Jamie that he notices a small boy looking lost. He looks to be around Albus’ age.

His gaze is wide; frightened grey eyes looking all around the playground. Harry has jolt of familiarization; has he seen this kid before? His light, almost silver hair gleams as his head swivels around. Tears are forming in his eyes and Harry’s heart lurches.

Harry stops pushing Albus who whines in protest. He plucks him out and moves towards the boy.

Those frightened grey eyes move towards him and terror flashes on his face. This little boy is lost and he is terrified. Harry kneels a few feet away from him, not wanting him to run off. He gives him a gentle smile, “Hello, what are you doing here by yourself? Are you lost?”

The little boy steps away a bit, but doesn’t answer him. His eyes dart around and Harry knows he is planning to bolt. He can’t have that. Who knows where this little boy’s parents are but they must be frantic looking for him. He pulls Albus off his hip and places him on the floor.

“This is my son Albus, and my name is Harry.” Looking at Albus, the little boy stops moving. Albus grins, “Hi!” After a moment of hesitation, a small pale hand waves but he doesn’t say anything.

“You…..lost?” Albus asks. The little boy finally nods and his tears leak on his face. Harry’s heart thumps for him. He must be so scared.

Albus turns to Harry and frowns, “Dada, help….he lost.” Harry nods and inches a bit closer, “Of course I will help. What’s your name little one?” Grey eyes dart to Harry and back to Albus. His son moves towards the boy with a hand held out.

“My Dada help…..’mon, take maw han.” Albus moves closer but surprisingly doesn’t just grab the boy. He is so smart that sometimes Harry forgets he is three.  

Finally the little boy nods, takes Albus’ hand, and walks to Harry. 

He holds out his hand, not wanting to scare him anymore than he already is. Finally a tiny pale hand wraps around his fingers. Harry smiles, “I will help you find your parents. Can you tell me your name?”

His little eyebrows furrow, “S…..scop….scop……” he growls in frustration and he gets hit with another wave a familiarity. He grabs Albus and extends his arm to the boy. He gingerly steps into him, and Harry picks him up. Albus giggles and grabs the little boys hand again. Harry begins to ask him what direction he came from, but a shout interrupts him.

“Scorpius! Scorpius, where are you! Baby, answer me!” The frantic voice breaks at the end. Harry stops walking as the boy in his arms shouts, “Papa! Papa!” His heads moves around, looking for that voice. Harry’s eyes widen as Malfoy emerges from the trees. He is looking around like a mad man. His eyes land on Harry and for a moment it seems like he stops breathing.

Familiar grey eyes expand as they both drink the other in. But the boy, Scorpius, wiggles around until Harry puts him down. That breaks Draco’s trance. He runs towards his son and scoops him up.  A warm feeling settles in his chest as he watches the happy reunion.

“Oh thank Merlin! Scorpius you’re safe. Baby you scared me half to death! I told you not to run off like that!” The little boy looks sheepish as he buries his face in Malfoy’s neck. 

“Sowwy Papa, I ‘idn’t mean to,” he whimpers as he clings to his father. Harry feels a touch of warmth at the picture.

Malfoy finally looks up and his relief is evident in those grey eyes. “Potter, thank you for finding him.” He shakes his head, “You don’t need to thank me Malfoy. I didn’t really do anything.”

“Regardless, thank you. I was about to burst a blood vessel. He was gone for five minutes-”

“Longest five minutes for your life?” Harry can sympathize.

Malfoy nods, “Understatement of the year.”

Harry nudges Albus in his arm and the little boy giggles. Harry says, “They are a handful. Albus, say hi.” His son wiggles in his arms until Harry puts him down. He runs over to Malfoy and waves, “Hi, I’m Al!” He can see Malfoy’s lips tilt up. He crouches down, “Hello, Al. My name is Draco and this is Scorpius.”

Al’s little brows furrow, “Daco….Scopus…..” Harry and Malfoy chuckle. Al turns to Harry, “Dada I wanna play with Scopus!”

Harry walks over to them and he can see Malfoy stiffen up a bit. Harry looks at his son, “Son, I’m sure Malfoy needs to get back.” Al gives him a confused look, “Mafoy?”

“Draco needs to get back,” his old rivals name sounds strange coming from him. Al frowns and turns to Malfoy. “Can…..Can Scopus pway?” Malfoy looks a little torn. His son is still currently hiding in his neck.

“I think we should head back actually,” but as Malfoy finishes speaking Albus pouts. His little lip trembles and Harry’s heart clenches; but man can his son play him with just that look. “Pwease Daco? He’s maw fwend,” that lip tremble again and Harry can see the softness in Malfoy’s eyes. It’s a look he never thought he would see in his face.

Scorpius finally makes an appearance. He lifts his little head and looks at Albus. He asks, “Fwends?” Albus nods his head eagerly. Scorpius smiles and looks at Draco, “Papa, I wanna play.” He turns to his son, “Scorpius, we need to head back. I just ran out on your Aunt Pansy. She must be worried sick.” Now Scorpius pouts and if it isn’t just a replica of Al’s.

Harry hides his laugh by faking a cough. Malfoy gives him a glare and that just makes him laugh again. After a few moments Malfoy sighs, “Fine, but only for a few minutes. We really need to head back.” Both boys yelp in glee and soon they’re running back to the playground. Harry chuckles, “You really shouldn’t let them manipulate you that easily.”

Again Malfoy sends him a glare, but there really isn’t any heat behind it. He says, “Like you don’t cave every time your son gives you that look.”

“Hey I did once, when he tried to convince me to send James to the moon because he was being mean to him.” Malfoy lifts a brow, “James?”

Harry nods over to his oldest, who is still playing with the other children. “He is my oldest. They’re only a year apart,” his voice goes soft as he looks at James. Malfoy gives him a surprised look, “A father of two? You really didn’t waste time did you Potter.”

Harry shrugs, “I’ve come to find I am very fertile, and absolutely shit with protection spells.” What in Merlin’s name compelled him to say that?

Malfoy lets out a surprised laugh which makes Harry grin. Malfoy says, “Well I am sure your wife isn’t happy about that.” Harry’s grin quickly slips off his face; as it normally does when Ginny is mentioned. Though Malfoy didn’t exactly name her; and it’s not as if he knew.

He notices that Malfoy picks up in his shift of attitude. Harry simply takes a breath, “Not relevant. But it looks like our kids get along.” Both men look over to see Scorpius and Albus tossing the swing back and forth to each other, laughing avidly.

Malfoy’s shoulders relax, “I can see that. Scorpius doesn’t normally take to people like that.”

“Al has a way with people. He wants to take everyone home, too. Five gallons he will come over here and ask to take your son home.” There’s a glint in those grey eyes and he says, “You’re on Potter.”

They watch as the boys play and they make idle chit chat about useless things. At one point Malfoy sends a Patronus to Pansy, letting her know he found his son and they were fine.

Harry scoffs, “Of course your Patronus is a dragon. You always did have a flare for the dramatics.” Malfoy pretends to be offended as he says, “I am not dramatic, Potter. And my name literally means dragon; what else would it be?”

“A ferret?” Harry smirks at Malfoy’s glare.

“I am going to hex you Potter,” but his smirk doesn’t help the threat. Harry laughs and a thought hits him.

“Hell must be freezing over right now,” Harry points out. Malfoy gives him a confused look. Harry says, “I never thought I would see the day we could have a normal conversation without killing each other.”

Comprehension crosses the blonde’s features. He nods, “I can agree with you on that. And I thought I’d be dead before I ever agreed with you on anything.”

Both men look at each other with a small smile. He is surprised that he can have a pleasant conversation with Malfoy. And what’s more is that he finds himself enjoying it.

It’s at that moment Harry knows what his next course of action is. Harry sticks out his hand, “I’m Harry Potter, please call me Harry.” Malfoy’s eyes narrow in confusion as he looks down at his out stretched hand. Harry holds his breath as he waits for Malfoy to decide if he should take it or reject it; just like Harry had all those years ago.

Finally pale, slim fingers wrap around his palm. He clears his throat and says, “Draco Malfoy, I guess you can call me Draco.” Harry grins, “Well aren’t you ever so kind.”

They pull their hands back just as the boys race over. James stops in front of Harry, “Dada, I want him!” He looks at James in confusion, “Want who James?” That’s when Harry realizes that he has an out of breath Scorpius clasped by the wrist. Albus has his other wrist and is looking at Harry with wide pleading eyes.

James says, “Scopus, I want him. Please, Dada can we ‘eep him?” He turns round hazel eyes at him as Albus says, “Pwease Dada, he can sweep ‘ith me.” Green eyes, just like his own, beg him to say yes. Next to him he hears Ma-Draco chuckle.

Harry shakes his head, when had James even gotten his hands on Scorpius?

“Sorry boys, Scorpius has his own home he needs to get back to.” At this Scorpius pouts and he looks at his father.

Draco crosses his arms, “Is there something you want Scorpius?” The little boy nods his head and he opens his mouth but he is cut off. James grabs Harry’s pant leg, “Please Daddy.”

Albus wraps his available arm around Harry’s leg and James’ eyes light up as he decides to do that same. Harry looks up at Draco, eyes begging for help. The bastard covers his mouth to hide his laugh and looks at his son.

Harry growls but pats the boys heads, “Sorry, kids, but that isn’t my call to make.” He gives Draco a smug look as three heads turn to him. His smile falls and Harry sees him nervously swallow. And in a matter of seconds the blonde has three boys at his feet begging him to let them take Scorpius.

He turns amused grey eyes to Harry, “Should I be worried that my own son wants to go home with you?” Said son now has tears in his eyes; three spoiled boys, they are.

 Harry shrugs, “You can always take mine? I need a break.” Malfoy gives him a panicked look and Harry laughs. It takes both of them about five minutes to explain to all three of them why it can’t happen. Sullen expressions meet them and Harry sighs; great now the boys would be grumpy the rest of the day.

Scorpius is sniffling as he turns the saddest grey eyes to Harry. His insides melt at the torn expression. He can see Draco shaking his head at him. Draco’s mini me says, “Pwease Hawwy.” And that about did it, so Harry sighs, “Okay how about this, why don’t you and Scorpius come over for dinner on Thursday?” The sullen looks turn delighted and hopeful. Scorpius nods as he tugs at his father’s hand.

By the time they depart from the park, Draco has Harry’s Floo address and a time for dinner.

Well stranger things have happened.

+++

It’s about three months later when Harry learns what happened to Scorpius’ mom.

After that first Thursday get together, weekly dinners with the Malfoy’s had become routine. Those three were thick as thieves; Albus and James were enamored with Scorpius and so was Harry. He was the sweetest kid with such a tender heart. Sometimes he couldn’t believe this was Draco Malfoy’s kid. He had told him as much. Draco had given him a sad smile, “I want him to be better than I was. I…..I don’t want him to grow up like I did.”

And that was another part that had taken Harry completely by surprise; his friendship with Draco. It had been so easy to fall into it. That first dinner had been a little awkward after the boys had ran to the playroom and left the two adults alone.

They had been having a drink in silence before Draco had sighed. He had broken the stillness by saying, “I know I never said it before, but thank you. Thank you for saving my life, more than once and……and for speaking at my trial, and my mother’s. I…..you didn’t have to, but thank you. And…….and I would like to apologize for…..for the way I treated you when we were in school.”

His voice had gone low at the end of his speech and Harry had looked at him with wide eyes. He had not been expecting that. It’s when Draco began to shift uneasily, that he realizes he hasn’t said anything in a few minutes.

Harry had said, “You don’t need to thank me Draco, but you’re welcome….and as for everything else…..well we were kids…..stupid ones in fact….who were fighting on opposite sides of a war before we were even born.”

Grey eyes had locked on his, “I am still sorry. I was a prat and a bully. I know that now, and I’m sorry.”

Harry smiled at him, “It’s not like I was that great to you either, Draco. If I remember correctly I almost killed you.” His smile had fallen as he remembered that night.

Draco shook his head, “That…..It…..you don’t need to-”

Harry cut him off, “I am sorry for that. For scarring you and…I should have never……..I’m so sorry.”

His throat had choked up a little as he remembered seeing Draco on the floor bleeding. Minutes had passed before Draco spoke up, “Harry, I forgave you a long time ago.”

After that they had fallen into a friendship that Harry never expected. He learned just how witty and funny Draco was; how hilariously sarcastic and easy to talk to he was. Hermione and Ron had been so very shocked when he told them he was having weekly dinners with Draco and his son.

Hermione’s jaw had ticked as she said, “Who knew Malfoy could be a dad.” A bloody fantastic one if Harry did say so himself.

Ron had spluttered, “Who knew Harry would ever call him Draco.”

They had crossed paths which had been painfully awkward but after about three or four run ins Hermione had pulled Draco aside. Harry doesn’t know what they talked about; all Draco or ‘Mione would tell him was that Draco had apologized to her and the rest was history. It took about a month for Ron and Draco to speak to each other. But he had also apologized to Ron. He had accepted it with a stiff nod before running from the study.

It wasn’t perfect but it was a start.

Currently Harry was cutting the veggies for the salad while Draco was making the dressing. Draco sighs, “Mother is still harassing me. She is dying to meet the boys her grandson speaks so highly of.” Harry chuckles, “We can barely understand him, how can she even tell what he is saying.”

Draco shrugs, “She says it is in her DNA as a grandparent to automatically be able to know.” Harry asks, “What did you tell her?”

“Nothing really, just that Scorpius never wants to be home anymore,” he says with a growl, which only makes Harry laugh harder.

“Do you not want to tell her it’s me? Ashamed of our friendship Malfoy?” He tries to make it sound teasing but it comes out a little stiff. It….hurts him to think Draco is embarrassed by his family. Draco turns startled eyes to Harry, “No, Harry, of course not. It….it’s just…I didn’t think you’d…want me to say anything.”

“Why would you think that?”

Draco shrugs, “I…I know you like your privacy and you’re very protective of your sons. I…..I know she would want to invite them over to the manor; and I know how you feel about that place.”

Harry is touched by his thoughtfulness. He never thought Draco would be capable of that. Without thinking he places his hand on top of Draco’s and squeezes. “That is very thoughtful of you, Draco. But if you want to tell her….well it’s fine. You’re mother wasn’t…….wasn’t terrible to me. She even sent me an owl after I spoke at her trial to thank me. We didn’t keep in touch but……I don’t have a problem with her.”

Draco turns to him with a smile, “Thanks Harry.” They just stare at each other for the longest time. Harry feels his chest tighten as he drinks in the man in front of him. Has Draco always been…..this pretty? The thought startles his so much he pulls back. He goes back to making the salad.

Draco gives him an odd look but doesn’t say anything. Harry clears his throat, “So Scorpius loves his grandmother?”

A chuckle comes from his left, “He adores her. She spoils him rotten as any grandparent should…….Mother loves him so much, and she wants me to give her more.” There is a strain in his voice that makes Harry look up. Draco isn’t looking at him but his shoulders are tense.

Harry can’t help but ask, “You don’t want anymore? What about Scorpius’ mother?” It is at that moment that Harry realizes that in three months and all those dinners, they both never talk about the boys’ mothers.

Suddenly those tense shoulders fall and Harry can see that Draco looks sad.

He gulps and says, “We don’t have to talk about this, Draco. Sorry I brought it up.” The blonde shake his head, “I technically did……maybe in some sense I wanted to…talk about her.”

Harry doesn’t say anything as he waits for him to continue. The salad is done so he moves back to the pasta to stir.

The silence stretches for so long that Harry thinks the subject has been dropped. But then Draco talks, “Astoria and I….well we were engaged since we were 11.” Harry’s jaw drops open and he turns wide eyes to him.

Draco gives a small chuckle, “I know…..ridiculous, but that is pureblood traditions for you. It’s common for marriage to be arranged from a young age.”

“What the flying fuck? That seems a bit twisted,” the tone of Harry’s voice comes out scandalized.

Again, Draco shrugs, “It’s how I was raised, but now that I have my boy….well yeah I can also agree with you. I would hate to do that to Scorpius. Force him to marry someone he didn’t love. I am doing things a little different then my father.”

“Thank Merlin,” Harry mumbles and Draco rolls his eyes. “As I was saying, we had been engaged for ages. We also happened to be good friends. And while I did love Astoria I wasn’t in love with her. I knew I never could.”

Harry gives him questioning eyes as he turns off the stove, “What do you mean? Was she not your type? Did she snore? Did she leave her shoes scattered all over the floor so you would trip coming home from work? Ginny did that and it would drive me insane.” His stomach clenches at the mention of Ginny’s name.

Draco let’s out the most unattractive snort he has ever heard; and Harry absolutely adores it.

“Astoria would hex your balls off if she ever heard you asking that. She was a pureblooded lady without a hair out of place; she was beautiful, smart, and kind. Just utterly perfect.”

“Then how come you knew you could never love her if she was so perfect?”

“Well, as you said, she wasn’t exactly my type,” Draco’s voice comes out tight.

Harry is confused, “How? She sounds like she would be everyone’s dream girl. Did you want them dumb, ugly, and rude?”

Draco rolls his eyes, “Seriously Potter, you are so dense. She didn’t have the right equipment.”

What does that even mean? Again Draco snorts, “Merlin, Potter. I like men. There was no way it was going to happen.”

Well if that didn’t floor Harry. That wasn’t what he was expecting to say. “Oh,” and really what else could he say.

He can feel Draco’s gaze on him but Harry goes about serving the food. They were going to have to call the kids soon. There is an edge to Draco’s voice as he asks, “Is that a problem for you?” And Harry snaps startled eyes to him, “No of course not! I….I’m sorry I just didn’t know what to say. There really isn’t a point. It’s not like I am going to like you any less because of that.”

Draco visibly relaxes at that.

He continues his story, “Anyway, Astoria knew of my preference but she still wanted to get married. She said it would secure her future and I would get my heir. She didn’t mind if I was…..discreet…with my affairs.”

Harry makes a face at that, “That sounds really messed up.”

He nods, “I agree but again, this is how things are done in pureblood society. It’s barbaric but it is more common than you would think. So Astoria was content with that.”

“So….you’re married?” The thought, for some reason, makes him uncomfortable. Draco shakes his head, “No unfortunately we never made it that far. Astoria…….she passed away a few months after Scorpius was born.” The sadness in his voice makes Harry ache.

“Oh, Draco……fuck I am so sorry. That is awful.” And because he can, Harry warps him up in a hug. Draco doesn’t protest; it seems like bringing up the past has taken something out of him. He places his forehead on Harry’s shoulder.

Draco continues, “We……we wanted to see if we could even have sex with each other. So we got a little drunk; it was clumsy and messy and honestly a little traumatizing but we laughed the entire time. But of course with being drunk, we were……..not safe.”

“And Scorpius happened,” Harry huffs out a small chuckle.

Draco nods, “Yes he did. Our parents were not amused. They wanted us to have a shotgun wedding, I believe the muggles call it. Her parents said it was unbecoming of a young woman to be with child but no husband. I was so angry but not as much as Astoria. She told her parents to shove it, she was going to get married when she and I felt like it. And to spite them she wanted to wait until Scorpius was born.”

Harry finally realizes he is playing with Draco’s hair. His fingers are moving up and down just rubbing above the nape of his neck.

He stills his hand; what is he doing? Draco huffs in disappointment, “Don’t stop…it’s….it’s helping me get through this.” And just like that Harry caves and continues to card his fingers through his hair.

He is offering comfort; that’s all, just like any good friend. Hermione does this for him all the time.

“But once he was born she got sick. I…..I feel horrible but I think I blocked those months out; I don’t remember what she caught but it depleted her magical core. It….it was awful seeing her die like that. Her energy just fizzled out. She couldn’t hold the baby when he turned a month; it was too much for her. I was raising a baby by myself because his poor mother was too sick to help. Astoria hated that; she told me she felt useless. I told her time and again I didn’t mind, he was my son too and I was going to take responsibility as well. We were going to wait until she got better to get married. But it wasn’t meant to be.”

His voice drips in anguish and Harry clutches him tighter. There are no words to describe how much Harry feels for him and Scorpius. The little man never knew his mother, just like James and Albus; just like Harry.

They both say nothing for a long time. Draco hugging Harry with a strength that surprised him, while Harry continued with his hair. Finally after ages, Harry says, “Merlin Draco. I am so sorry. And…..and I am disappointed I didn’t get to meet her. She sounds amazing; maybe we would have gotten along.”

Draco nods but doesn’t say anything. Harry can feel how he shakes in his arms and he feels helpless. He wants to take all the pain from inside him; so he never has to feel it again. Harry wants him to know about him as well.

“At least his mother didn’t just walk out on him because she was a selfish witch,” Harry’s voice is tight and the fingers in Draco’s hair shake. Draco pulls back and gives him a confused look. He doesn’t think as he wordlessly summons the letter. Harry steps back and hands it to Draco; surprised that he doesn’t feel the need to hide this.

Draco begins to read so Harry goes back to making dinner. It’s a few minutes later when he hears Draco whisper, “What the fuck.” Harry lets out an amused chuckle. What the fuck indeed, but it’s been years since that letter has managed to cause him any type of pain.

He can hear the anger tilt Draco’s voice, “That absolute bint. How dare she leave those babies? What….what kind of……she’s…….I….”

Harry turns off the stove and turns around. He leans against the counter and crosses his arms. Draco looks up with angry eyes. Harry nods, “It definitely destroyed me when I first read it. She left me alone with two kids. I…..Merlin Draco, that first year on my own……I was so afraid. I couldn’t comfort my own children. James kept asking for Mommy for about five months and that…I felt like my heart was being ripped out. Albus, luckily, was only 5 days old when she left. But I know he is going to ask me where his mother is. I’m surprised he hasn’t yet. Jamie has asked a few times but his attention span isn’t that great yet.”

He runs a hand through his hair; his chest aching as he relives that first year.

He didn’t notice that Draco has made his way to him until he feels his hand on his shoulder. Harry looks up to him. Those grey eyes are still hard but they regard him softly somehow. Draco says, “Merlin’s beard Harry. You kill a maniac, save the world, ride a bloody dragon, and raise two of the sweetest boys I’ve ever met. Is there anything you can’t do?”

Harry can feel his face heat up at his words. His tone is a little bitter as he says, “Apparently keep a woman.” Draco shakes his head and grips his shoulder, “Weasley is an asshole. I honestly would have never thought she would do something like this. Her leaving has nothing to do with you. She couldn’t step up. Maybe it was best that she left. Who knows if her leaving later would have hurt the boys more.”

Another sigh, but Harry nods, “That’s what Hermione said.”

Draco huffs, “She isn’t the brightest witch of our time for no reason.” Harry gives him a smirk, “Be careful, Malfoy, you’ve complemented two Gryffindor’s in a matter of five minutes.”

Draco flushes but shoves his shoulder with an eye roll. He says, “That won’t do. Your hair is atrocious Potter, and your clothes are stupid.” Harry lets out a bark of laughter and the heaviness in the room lifts. Soon they call the boys who come running in yowling about how hungry they are.

Before they sit down Harry feels a tug on his pant leg. Looking down he sees Scorpius gazing at him with big eyes. He crouches down and asks, “What’s up, my little scorpion?” He giggles, he seems to love the nickname Harry gave him a few weeks ago.

He hands him a paper, “I dwew you a piture, Hawwy.” Harry takes it and his smile burst out. It’s a picture of five stick figures in front of a house. Two with blonde hair, one with brown, and two with black hair; one figure has unmistakable round glasses.

“Abus says you…..put pitures on….on that,” his little hand points to the fridge and Harry can’t help the surge of fondness for Scorpius that goes through him. Harry drags him into a hug that the little boy happily returns.

“Your picture is definitely going on the fridge Scorpius. Thank you I love it.” Scorpius giggles and gives him a kiss on the cheek which renders Harry speechless. Scorpius wiggles out of his arms and runs to the table. Draco looks over at him with a lifted brow. With a grin he plucks a magnet from the drawer and hangs the picture next to the ones James and Albus have drawn in the past.

And for the rest of dinner Harry can’t get rid of his grin.

Chapter Text

James is six and Albus is five when Narcissa sends him a letter.

Harry is packing James’ lunch as he is getting ready for his 1^st day of wizarding preliminary school. He doesn’t know how but Draco had convinced him that it was a great idea. Harry had wanted to send him to muggle school but he couldn’t refute with Draco’s argument that James had been showing too much accidental magic.

 Draco had scoffed, “Of course the Savior’s son would show ridiculous amounts of magic at such a young age.”

Harry groaned, “It took me four hours to unstick Albus from the ceiling.” Albus thought it was hilarious while Harry was trying not to panic.

The owl startles Harry as he places the last of Jamie’s lunch. After giving the bird a treat, Harry opens the letter.

Mr. Potter,

I didn’t think I would find myself writing you another letter in this lifetime. And imagine my surprise when I learned that you and my son have managed to become the closest of friends. And that my grandson is absolutely besotted with your two little ones.

I know you and Draco have been friends for a couple of years now and that you have now been a part of Scorpius’ life for just as long. That little boy can’t seem to stop talking about you. It seems like he spends more time with your family than with me. And he always loves to tell me that his Papa always seems so much happier when you two are together.

With that in mind, I must know Mr. Potter, are you planning on sticking around my family much longer? Because if that is the case, I would love to invite you and your children to the Manor for tea this coming Sunday.

I must apologize for taking such a long time to invite you over. Draco had made some……valid arguments as to why you might not want to come over. But I must be adamant in my invitation seeing as you are now a constant in the life of the two men I hold dearly.

Please send your response back with Penelope at your earliest convenience.

All my regards,
Narcissa Malfoy    

Harry stares at the letter in his hand; shock running through him. Narcissa Malfoy has invited them to tea.

But the thought that filters through his brain is the part about Draco.

‘He always loves to tell me that his Papa always seems so much happier when you two are together’.

His stomach twist happily and Harry won’t deny that he feels that way as well. He had noticed it over the past two years. Just how much he has come to care about Draco. How his smile always does things to Harry; or how he shudders when Draco swipes his tongue along his lip when he is deep in thought.

Harry came to terms with the fact that he is in love with Draco Malfoy about a year ago.

He had been watching from inside his home; Draco was outside with Jamie teaching him how to ride his toy broom. Draco had bought it for James on his fifth birthday claiming it was a rite of passage and Harry would be a monster if he deprived him of that.

He couldn’t hear what he was saying but he saw the way James stared at the broom with apprehension. There was a patience in Draco’s eyes that told Harry he would be a great teacher should he wish to be. James had climbed on the broom slowly but once it lifted from the ground, only a few inches, he tilted to the left and fell on the floor.

He was bawling in a matter of seconds.

He could hear James wailing out ‘Daddy’ and Harry made to walk outside. But Draco scooped James up and cradled him to his chest. He was soothing him and James curled into him, a hand gripping his shirt. His wails slowed into whimpers as Draco rocked him and finally calmed him down. It took some coaxing but Draco managed to separate himself from the boy. Placing a kiss on his forehead, he convinced him to get back on.

Harry hadn’t been able to get that kid off the broom since then.

But it was watching how well Draco handled Jamie; watching just how tender and sweet he was with him. Harry’s heart swelled and he knew that he was done. He was so gone for Draco that it should have scared him, but it settled in him; a simple fact that made him so happy. Until he realized that he had no idea how Draco felt.

Even to this day he isn’t sure; he didn’t tell Draco what he felt. So terrified that it would ruin their amazing friendship. And it wasn’t just that; their kids were so tangled in each other that if things went south it could hurt them too. It had been that thought that kept Harry silent.

He couldn’t deny it hurt when Draco started dating, but no one ever stuck. And this past year he hasn’t seen the man go out with anyone.

He shakes himself out of those thoughts. He sends his reply, informing Narcissa that he and the boys will be there. Then he quickly sends Molly a note saying that they would be a little late for Sunday dinner at the Burrow that week.

With that settled he calls for his son. Albus was currently with Hermione who, finally having moved in with Ron, needed some help with her baking seeing as she was now six months pregnant. It wasn’t that she actually needed the help; she said that she missed having the boys around. She moved in with Ron the year that Draco had come into his life, but she claimed that it was too quiet around the house. So she would take the boys a couple of times a week. James had been irritated he couldn’t be with his Aunt ‘Mione and Uncle Ron this week but he was also excited for school.

“Daddy, look! I tied my shoes without magic!” James smiles as he proudly shows off his tied laces. Harry grins, getting this boy to tie his shoes was such a hassle. He picks him up and kisses his cheek. James laughs and squirms demanding that Harry put him down.

They set out to school; amazingly enough it was only a five minute walk from home. James holds Harry’s hand tight and it seems to tighten the closer they get to the building. When they arrive Jamie stops and huddles closer to Harry. He looks down at his son who is now gazing up at Harry.

He smiles and says, “Don’t be scared Jamie. You’re going to meet kids your own age.”

“Do….will Albus and Scorp forget about me?” Harry pats his head, “Of course not baby. You’ll only be here for a few hours. Do you want me to have Draco and Scorpius come over tonight so you can see them?”

Jamie nods, “Please…..I…I want to see them.” He hasn’t detached himself from Harry’s leg. Instead he grips him tighter. Jamie’s eyes turn sad, “Daddy I don’t want to leave you alone. Al is with Auntie ‘Mione. Do….do you want to come with me?”

Oh his little boy. Harry picks James up and hugs him. This time he doesn’t fight him. His arms move around Harry and he buries his face in his neck. “Don’t worry, love. I will be just fine. I am going to see your Uncle George today. He needs some help around the shop. I’m going to miss you so much though. I will be here to pick you up okay?”

A few moments pass, but then James nods. He presses a little kiss to his neck and says, “I love you Daddy.” Harry melts into his son. The love for him is so strong he could cast the world’s largest Patronus. Harry kisses his temple, “I love you too baby.”

“Mr. Potter, how lovely to finally meet you,” a voice startles him. He looks up to see a woman, maybe around 22, making her way over to him. Harry gives her a smile as he places James down. His son clutches his leg again and looks at the stranger.

She smiles back and says, “My name is Amelia Wilson. I am the teacher here.” He makes small talk with her and after a few minutes she manages to untangle James from his leg. All too soon his son is waving back at him with an excited grin.

Harry goes straight to the joke shop and helps George out until noon. Once he is home he sends Draco a Patronus asking him to come to the house for dinner; informing him that Jamie wants them there. After about 15 minutes, instead of getting a reply, his Floo lights up. Harry comes out from his room to see Draco and Scorpius in his living room. He smiles at them and Scorpius runs over to him.

Picking up the boy he gives him a kiss and walks to Draco. Harry asks, “What are you two doing here?”

Scorpius answers, “For Jamie!” Draco nods, “We thought we could go with you to pick him up. Scorpius wants to see him as soon as he gets out.”

Warmth spreads across his chest, “That would be wonderful. He’ll be so happy to see you two.” Harry tickles Scorpius who squeals and begins to squirm in his arms. They all have lunch together as they wait until the time to pick up Jamie. 20 minutes before they have to leave his Floo lights up again.

They are in the living room, playing with Scorpius when Hermione walks in with Albus.

Al squeals, “Scorpius you’re here!” The boys embrace as Draco stands and says, “Hello Hermione. You look radiant. Pregnancy really does agree with you.” He kisses her cheek and Hermione blushes, “You really do know how to charm a lady Malfoy. Are you sure you like men? A pity really.” Harry lets out a loud laugh.

Draco smirks, “Careful Granger, Weasley is going to get jealous. Might even question whose child you’re actually carrying.” Hermione smacks his arm and then makes her way to Harry. He wraps her up in a hug, “What are you doing her ‘Mione? I thought you weren’t bringing Al home until later tonight.”

The three adults look over at the two playing boys; Scorp has his head on Al's lap as Albus runs a car along Scorpius' chest. She smiles and says, “He wanted to go pick up his big brother from school. I am guessing Draco and Scorpius had the same idea?”

Draco nods, “Will you be joining us?” She shakes her head, “Al has really worn me out. I just want to take a nap. This little girl has been keeping me up at night.” Harry gives her a concerned look, “Do you want to nap here? I don’t like you at home alone while Ron is working.”

Hermione pats his cheek, “I’m fine Harry. Working from home has been a blessing, though it does get a bit boring. I don’t know how you do it.”

She stays for a few minutes and then takes off.

To say Jamie had been happy when they picked him up was an understatement. He was smiling when he was coming out of the building but as soon as he caught sight of the four of them it broke out into an all-out grin. He ran the rest of the way and jumped into Draco’s waiting arms.

“You came!” His voice squeaks at the end and Harry chuckles. Draco kisses his forehead, “Of course we came, Jamie. Scorpius and Albus want to walk you home on your first day.”

Jamie giggles and wiggles out of his arms. He gives Harry a massive hug and then embraces his two little shadows. Scorpius says, "I missed you Jamie!" He grabs his hand and holds on tight. Albus nods and grabs his other hand. The boys are asking him a million questions when Harry feels a tap on his shoulder.

He turns to face a man who looks to be in his mid-thirties. He grins at them, “Mr. Potter how lovely to meet you. My name is Lawrence Fishbent. I was so surprised when my Anna informed me there was a Potter in her class.”

Harry tries not to visibly cringe. The media was still a pain in his ass, but he managed to keep the boys out of the spotlight. He had even managed to keep Ginny out of the papers, though he only did it for the sake of his kids.

Harry plasters on a fake smile. He can feel Draco holding back a snicker. Harry says, “Hello Mr. Fishbent. Yes, James was really excited to attend.” The older man gives him a look that makes Harry uncomfortable, “I have to say Mr. Potter I would have never pegged you as a father. You are far too young. And so very handsome.”

The last part came out as a purr that made Harry’s skin crawl. Fishbent took a step closer, resting an hand on Harry’s elbow.

He says, “I look forward to seeing you around. Maybe we could set up a play date.” The word date leaves his lips almost with a silky tone. Harry can’t help the flinch this time. Suddenly there is movement next to him. Draco’s voice sounds strained, “Harry we should really go. The kids are getting restless.” Fishbent’s hungry gaze moves from Harry to Draco. He eyes him thoughtfully, but then grins, “Hello, I didn’t mean to be rude. Are you a friend of Mr. Potter?”

Harry sees the way Draco bristles a little. Giving him a fake smile of his own, he answers, “Yes, and if you’ll please excuse us, we have three toddlers to herd home.” He grabs Harry by the arm and mercifully drags him away. Draco’s shoulders are tense as the five of them make their way to Harry’s.

After a few terse moments Harry exhales. He says, “Merlin he gave me the creeps.” Draco doesn’t look at him, “He wants to get in your pants, Potter. The man has the subtlety of a Hippogriff.” Harry scoffs, “Even if he did I am not interested.”

Now Draco looks at him, “Because it’s a man?” Harry rolls his eyes, “No you git, that doesn’t matter to me and you know it. He made me feel uncomfortable. And trust me he isn’t my type?”

Draco lifts a brow but Harry can see how his shoulders relax; Interesting.

Draco’s voice sounds amused, “Not your type? He wasn’t horrible looking, sort of had an older vibe of boy next door. Nice brown hair, simple eyes, okay build; his lips were a little thin in my opinion but it’s your purgative.”

Harry shoves him, “Are you trying to get me to schedule a play date with him?”

Draco chuckles, “He might lock you in his basement once he gets you in his home.” Harry shudders, “Merlin forbid. No he isn’t my type. He was cute but I felt too uncomfortable to look past that. No, I don’t need to date. I have the kids who take more than enough of my time. Plus an annoying Slytherin whom I can’t seem to get rid of.”

Draco scoffs, “You love having me around. Beside if I leave I’d take your little scorpion.”

Harry gives him a look of outrage, “Don’t you dare! You can leave but little scorpion stays.” The mock outrage makes Draco laugh and Harry’s heart flutters like it always does. Harry looks at the three boys in front of him. They are still hand in hand. They talk animatedly as they swing their arms.

Happiness seems to pour out of Harry; they look like a little family. How he wishes he could reach out and grab Draco’s hand. He wants to take him in his arms and kiss those beautiful plump lips. But he will settle for what he has. Harry looks over at Draco who is also watching the kids with a happy expression.

Harry says, “I wouldn’t trade any of this for the world, Draco.” ‘I wouldn’t trade you for all the gallons in the universe, Draco.’

+++

It is only four months later when Scorpius damages Harry beyond repair. But in the most wonderful way.

He has just returned from dropping James off at school. He is still reeling from the fact that Fishbent is still trying to get in his pants. Once again he was accosted by the man who would love to take Harry to the new restaurant that has opened up in Diagon.

That irritating wizard just won’t take no for an answer. He was been firm and obvious in his lack of interest. But he either doesn’t get it or refuses to admit defeat.

He has just walked in, intent on getting to work on those invoice orders that George asked him to handle, only to find an annoyed Malfoy waiting for him.

“Draco, is everything alright?” He looks over to see Scorpius wave at him while he eats a sandwich. His heart clenches in happiness at just how comfortable both of them are in his home. 

“Harry I am so sorry to do this to you, but do you mind watching Scorpius for me? I got a call from the Ministry that I was scheduled for an emergency meeting and physical attendance is required. Something has gone wrong with one of the contracts the department is working on.” Draco rolls his eyes; Harry knows how much he loathes working at the Department of International Magical Cooperation.

Harry chuckles, “Why don’t you just quit, Draco. You hate your job.” He has told him multiple times. He has even told him that George has been looking for some help; he has been thinking about opening another location.

Draco shakes his head, “I’m not going into it with you again Harry. Can you watch Scorpius? Mother is out of the country until Friday. I have no one else who can watch him.” His eyes turn pleading which is completely unnecessary.

“Of course I will watch him. You don’t even need to ask. Narcissa will just have to make me those tea cakes I absolutely adore,” Harry chuckles at Draco. The relieved smile that spreads across his face makes Harry’s heart stutter; Merlin, but Draco smiling should be a sin.

“Thank you Harry! I am hoping this meeting won’t take more than an hour. But you never know. Last time I got stuck in one for three. And mother will absolutely do anything you ask. Merlin, you would think she didn’t have a son of her own with the way she dots on you.”

Narcissa in his life had come as a complete surprise. After that first tea with her she refused to let him leave without setting up another one. Weekly afternoon teas before dinner at the Burrow where now a given. He has Malfoy’s burrowed deep in his life and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He could say with complete honesty that he has come to adore Narcissa. She loves his boys with the same unconditional affection she has for Scorpius. And the boys love her just as much. They will sometimes leave Harry during the week to visit their Mami Narcissa.

Harry laughs, “Don’t be jealous because you’re mother likes me more than you.” Draco gives him a playful glare but turns to his son. He says, “Behave for Harry, and please for the love of Merlin, stay out of James’ room. I do not need you coming home with purple hair again.” Harry chuckles as he remembers Scorpius getting into some Jamie’s coloring supplies and decided to change his hair color.

Scorpius nods eagerly, “Yes Papa!” He takes another bite of his sandwich and a bit of sauce smears on his cheek. Harry walks over and wipes his face, “My little scorpion, I’ve told you not to be so messy. Your Papa is going to have a heart attack.” Scorpius just giggles and smears more sauce on his face. Draco rolls his eyes, “I swear he gets his hideous table manners from you Potter. Albus eats like a saint.”

Harry chuckles and says, “Get out of here Malfoy. They’ll have your head if you’re late.” Draco kisses his son and startles Harry with a kiss on the cheek. His pale cheeks tint a bit red as he says, “Thank you again Harry. I will see you later.”

Harry watches him longingly as he disappears through the Floo. He shakes his head and turns his attention to his little ward. “What do you want to do today Scorpius? It’s just you and me.” Albus is spending the day with Bill and Fleur today. Bill would never say it out loud but with Fleur expecting, Harry knew he wanted to get some practice with a toddler. 

Scorpius gives him a blinding smile, “Yay! Can we see aminals?” He has just finished his food and throws himself at Harry. Using quick reflexes he catches the boy before he can tumble to the floor.

“Scorpius! Be careful, I could have dropped you,” Harry holds him to his chest and Scorpius snuggles into him. “No you won’t, you always catch me,” he presses a small kiss to Harry’s chest and the love for him doubles over. This little boy has wormed his way into his heart just like his father.

He loves this kid so much, just as much as Albus and Jamie.

“Come on you little terror. I’ll take you to the zoo, and then we’re going to stop by Diagon Alley to see Uncle George, is that okay?” The little boy nods but doesn’t move from Harry. One thing he has come to find out is that Scorpius is a massive cuddler. James and Albus do like to snuggle with Harry, even with Draco, but they are over it in a matter of minutes. Scorpius will stay on Harry’s laps for hours if he is able.

He remembers one time where Draco had to try and drag him off of Harry because he refused to let go and make their way home. Draco had given up and let him stay over. He had fallen asleep on Harry that night, with Albus grumbling that Scorpius needed to hug his own dad. That had been the first time Al had shown a little jealousy with how much Scorpius attached himself to Harry.

When Harry had tucked Scorpius in, he had gotten into bed with Al who was pouting. He asked, “Baby, what’s wrong?” Al turned and gave him his back. Harry ran a hand soothingly down it, trying to get him to relax. After a few minutes Al said, “You’re my Daddy. Scorp has his own, why…..why does he want to take you too?”

Harry’s stomach tightened in sadness. He didn’t want Al to be jealous of his best friend. That wasn’t Harry’s intention, but he couldn’t push Scorpius away either.

He wrapped an arm around his son. Al had turned around and hid his face in Harry’s chest. Harry had kissed his forehead and said, “Baby, no one can ever take me away from you. I love you and you’re my son. Scorpius is family too, you love him don’t you? And he loves us, just like you love Draco. We are allowed to love others, your heart is big enough. But never think that anyone can take me from you. I will always be your Daddy, sweetheart. My love for you will never disappear.”

Albus seemed to deflate in understanding. He nodded and said, “I do love him….it’s…….sometimes he only wants to be with you.” Harry runs a hand through his hair, “Sometimes he needs a friend who isn’t his Papa. Do……do you want me to stop spending so much time with him? Do you feel like I ignore you?” The thought terrifies Harry; if he was doing it, it had not been intentional.

Al shakes his head quickly, “No Daddy, don’t do that….I…think I understand. Scorp doesn’t have a mommy, just like me and Jamie, so he wants…..you’re like his mommy.” Harry lets out a surprised laugh, “I hadn’t thought of it that way. But maybe…..maybe that’s what he is looking for.”

Harry can feel Al’s little face scrunch against him. He asks, “Is Draco like my mommy then?” Something painful contracts against Harry’s chest. Al had asked about his mom only once. Harry hadn’t lied to him, just like he hadn’t to James. He still thinks they were too young to understand so he tried to keep it simple. He was surprised when they hadn’t been all that bothered by it.

Harry said, “Draco will always be there for you. That I know for a fact. Now go to sleep, sweetheart.” He had moved to get up, Al had informed him before he was too big to be sleeping with him. But he is surprised when he feels his hand wrap around his shirt. “Daddy….can….can you sleep with me. Please.”

Harry hadn’t argued; that night he slept with Al cuddled against him.

Al hadn’t resented Scorpius after that, but he did make it a mission to snuggle with Harry a little bit more.

His mind comes back to Scorpius, “Alright little scorpion, you’re getting too big for me to carry you around.” He doesn’t let go, instead he places kisses on Harry’s cheek. Oh the cheeky little tyke. “Scorpius, that isn’t going to work. I am not carrying you around the entire zoo.” 

“Please?” Big grey eyes lock with his, and he pops his bottom lip in the most adorable pout. Harry groans; he can never tell him no when he looks up at him like that. He admits defeat and heads to the zoo with an extremely smug five year old in his arms. He can see Draco more in him every day.

After a couple of hours at the zoo, they make their way to the joke shop. He and Scorpius walk inside hand in hand.

“Harry, what are you doing here? I didn’t think you were coming in,” George sounds haggard and Harry chuckles.

“Uncle George!” Scorpius lets go of Harry and runs to the older man. George gives him a wide smile and catches him when he throws himself at him.

“Scorpius, I am so glad to see you! You haven’t gone to the Burrow in a couple of weeks. Nana Molly misses you,” George plants a kiss on his small cheek. They talk animatedly and Harry just watches. The Weasley’s had really taken to the younger Malfoy incredibly quickly. Molly was smitten the first time Harry had taken him to the Burrow. Convincing Draco on that had been a small hassle. It took Harry even longer to convince Draco to join them.

At that point Draco was on friendlier terms with ‘Mione and Ron. It was an awkward first dinner, but now it was smooth as silk. Molly had even insisted on Scorpius calling her Grammy.

Harry says, “I am still working on those invoices you asked me too. But I thought we could come help you. I remember you telling me there was a rush order and with Lee out on vacation, I knew it was just you here.” He can see the grateful smile on his face.

They go about helping George, with Scorpius in charge of stacking the boxes; a task he committed to whole heartedly. Finally at around noon Scorpius begins to rub his eyes. Harry calls over to George, “Do you think you’ll be okay with the rest? I think Scorp needs a nap. And honestly I am a bit knackered myself.”

George gives him a smile, “I’ll be fine. You two helped a lot. Go take care of your son.” Harry turns to him with a startled look. George smirks, “Oh cut it Harry. He may as well be yours. I never thought I’d see the day were Malfoy would trust you with his son; just like you trust him with yours.” Harry opens his mouth but George waves him off.

“Go home, Scorp is about to drop. Tell Malfoy mom wants him at the Burrow this Sunday.” With that George walks away. He watches him with his mouth hanging open a bit. But then he feels a tug on his pant leg. Scorpius blinks sleepy eyes at him and holds his arms up.

Pushing George’s words out of his head, he picks up his little scorpion. In a matter of minutes he is asleep against Harry’s shoulder. Once they get home Harry heads towards the couch. He transfigures it into a comfy bed and tries to place Scorpius on it. But his hold on Harry tightens; he tries to unclasp his hands but he mumbles unhappily against Harry. Finally giving up, Harry makes himself comfortable as well. 

Scorpius sighs in content as he snuggles against him and Harry can’t help but smile. He sets an alarm for 2:15 just in case so he wouldn’t oversleep; he needs to pick up James at 2:30. Harry is drifting off when he hears a mumbled, “Night Daddy.” But he is asleep before he can think anything of it.

He gets the sensation that he is being watched. Feeling his body wake up Harry slowly opens his eyes. He looks down to see that Scorpius is still sleeping. Harry moves his head and he finally sees Draco. He is sitting in the arm chair across from them, a smile on his lips.

Harry lets out a soft, “Watching me sleep is creepy, Malfoy.” Draco chuckles, “I didn’t want to disrupt your nap. Is this what being unemployed looks like? I might have to reconsider.” Harry nods, “it is wonderful. What time is it? When did you get here?”

Harry slowly extracts himself from Scorpius’ grip. The little boy mumbles but curls into the pillow and doesn’t move.

Harry and Draco move to the kitchen where he begins to make Draco his tea; he doesn’t even have to ask.

Draco says, “It’s 1:30. I only just got here. Merlin I didn’t think I would be in the office almost all day but after the meeting I kept getting harassed because apparently no one there knows how to do their damn job. I’m sorry you had to watch him all day.”

Harry waves him off, “I love having him around and you know it. You never need to apologize for that. I am sorry you had such a shit day.” He places the mug in front of him, which Draco happily takes, “You’re a saint Potter. I swear I wanted to hex half of my incompetent staff.”

Harry laughs, “If you want I can go scare them. I am told I can be pretty menacing.” Draco rolls his eyes and says, “Oh please you wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

Before Harry can reply they hear a small voice say, “Daddy?” Draco lifts a brow, “That’s odd, he never calls me that.” He makes his way to the living room.

Harry is about to follow Draco when he hears Scorpius say, “Papa you’re back!” There is shuffling around and Draco asks, “Did you have fun with Harry today?” Scorpius begins to tell him about the zoo and helping George. But then he stops midsentence, “Where is Daddy?”

Harry’s heart seems to skip a beat.

Draco sounds confused as he says, “What are you talking about Scorpius?”

“Daddy was sleeping with me, but he isn’t here. Where is he?”

Finally Harry moves slowly to the living room; heart in his throat. His eyes begin to burn at the thought of Scorpius calling him that. Happiness clings to him.

Finally Harry makes it to the living room. Draco turns startled eyes to Harry. But Scorpius grins and reaches out to him. Harry doesn’t hesitate to take him. Draco’s arms fall limply to his side; his eyes wide in shock.

Scorpius kisses Harry’s cheek, “Daddy, Papa made it home. Can we eat? I’m hungy.” He snuggles into Harry with a happy sigh.

Harry turns startled eyes to Draco who is looking at his son. So many emotions seem to run across his face but Harry can’t lock down on any. Scorpius, unsettled by the silence in the room picks his head up. His eyes lock with Harry and he asks, “Daddy can we eat?”

He turns to Draco and his little brow furrow, “Papa, are you hungy? I wanna eat!”

That seems to snap Draco out of it. There is a panic on his face that makes Harry uneasy. In moments he has grabbed Scorpius.

The little boy shrieks in annoyance; reaching out for Harry. Draco grabs his little wrist and says, “Were leaving Scorpius.” His voice is hard and pain laces through Harry.

“Draco, please-”

“We’re leaving, Potter. I…..I’ll talk to you later.” Harry gives him an anguished look as his surname hits him like a physical blow.

Scorpius’ eyes begin to water as he lets out, “But….but I want to stay with Daddy. Papa I don’t want to go!”

He again reaches for Harry and it makes his heart crack in two as he watches Draco drag him away. Harry has just unlocked his legs and reaches out. He calls for Draco but all too soon he is engulfed in the green flames. The last look he sees is one of pure heartbreak.

It has been two weeks since that happened and Draco hasn’t spoken to Harry. The boys are confused as to why they haven’t seen Draco or Scorpius. They have still gone to see Narcissa; the boys more than happy to spend the afternoon with her. But when he asked about Draco she gave him a sad look.

“He……..he is having some trouble. Please Harry I know this is confusing and he is probably causing you pain….but….but he doesn’t mean it. Draco is horrible at talking about his feelings. Just….just don’t give up on him. Don’t let him run away from you.”

He had never heard Narcissa sound so forlorn or heard her struggle to find the right words.

By the beginning of the third week his hurt had given way to anger. Draco wasn’t answering his owls, his Floo was blocked to Harry and when he had gone over to his house, there was no answer. He could have sworn there was a little blonde head peeking out of the window. But it was gone too quick for Harry to be sure. Albus was having a hard time understanding why he couldn't see Scorpius. "Daddy, I miss him. And Draco....where are they? I wanna see them!"

His heart ached at the thought of Scorpius. He didn’t think he did anything wrong. He called him Daddy and that memory is tinted with the anguish of Draco cutting him off.

He misses his little scorpion, but he longs for the idiot dragon as well.

Jamie and Albus had cried the other day because they missed the Malfoy’s. Albus was afraid he would never see Scorpius again and Jamie wanted Draco to read him their favorite bedtime story. He said that, while he loved Harry being there for bedtime cuddles, he didn’t read it the same way Draco did.

So now Harry was angry because his sons were taking it hard. He had half a mind to blow through Malfoy’s wards and drag him over here so he could apologize to Jamie and Al. Make him beg until he was blue in the face because he had hurt his boys.

The anger seeps into his bones when his Floo lights up.

Grumbling in annoyance he says, “Hermione I told you I don’t need you to come over. Rosie is going to keep you up all night and I don-”

His words die down as he sees Malfoy in his living room. Scorpius is attached to his hand. His eyes light up when he sees Harry and he jerks in his direction. He can see Malfoy’s hand squeeze his son's and Scorpius stops as he turns sad eyes to his father and Draco sighs. He doesn’t look at Harry as he drops his hand. Scorpius runs to him and Harry doesn’t hesitate to squeeze him tight.

“Oh, my little scorpion I missed you so much! My goodness you’ve gotten heavy.” Scorpius giggles as he plants kisses all over Harry’s face.

“I miss you, Daddy. I lub you!” His words make Harry’s heart clench and his eyes drift to Malfoy’s. He is tense and his eyes are clouded. That anger courses through him as he refuses to let the hurt come over. He clutches Scorpius to his chest, the little boy snuggling into him.

Harry begins to feel whole again. He says, "I love you too."

His voice is hard as he says, “You will go and apologize to Albus and James, Malfoy. You will beg them to forgive you because your absence has hurt them more than you could imagine. I should toss you out of this house right now, actually, and I have half a mind to.”

He can see Draco flinch. Grey eyes move to his and Harry can see the anguish and regret in them. Scorpius places a hand on Harry’s cheek and says, “Don’t be mad at Papa, Daddy. He miss you too….and I miss…..I miss my bothers.” Harry can feel tears in his eyes.

He gives Scorpius a watery smile, “They miss you too. But why don’t we let your Papa talk to them. And then you can go see them.” His eyes turn to steel as he looks at Malfoy. He jerks his head towards the stairs and the other man sighs. He doesn’t look back as he makes his way to the boys’ room. Harry settles on the couch and Scorpius refuses to move from his lap. He tells him what he has been up to the last few weeks. Tells him how his Mami Narcissa bought him a snitch that he can chase without a broom seeing as his Papa hasn’t gotten him one.

Harry can hear the shouts of joy coming from upstairs and his broken heart begins to mend a little. After a few minutes he hears little feet coming down the stairs. Al breaks into the living room and shouts out, “Scorpius!” In a matter of seconds Harry has a full lap with two toddlers. They are hugging each other while staying on top of Harry.

“Oi, you little brats. You’re both way too big to be on my lap,” his tone is so affectionate that both boys giggle. Albus plants himself more firmly on Harry as he keeps talking to Scorpius, telling him about a beetle he found in the garden.

Then his eyes lock on Draco who has his arms full with a sniffling James. His little boy has a big smile on his face even though his lashes are wet with tears. Draco is rocking him, “Shush baby, I am so sorry James. I will never stay away that long again. I am so sorry I hurt you, please, please forgive me. I hate myself for this.”

His words are so broken that Harry can’t help that ache he always feels for Draco. James just nods, “Don’t ever leave….please stay with us. Daddy missed you so much. You…..you’re our Papa too. Please don’t leave me.”

Harry can’t help the strangled noise that leaves his throat. Draco buries his face into Jamie’s hair and he lets out a strangled sob and promises to never leave him again. Albus jumps out of Harry’s lap and grabs Draco’s leg. He doesn’t know how he manages but Draco scoops up Al and then he is mumbling into both their hairs that he will never leave them, no matter what Harry says.

Harry lets out a pained chuckle. His eyes are wet but so are Draco’s.

After a few more minutes the boys are hugging each other, with Jamie clutching Scorpius saying that he missed him and never wants him to leave the house again. Harry gets off the couch, “Are you three hungry? I know it’s only four but I think I could eat.”

“Actually mother would like to take the boys tonight….We……we need to talk.”

Harry stiffens up at Draco’s words. Despite the emotional reunion, that familiar hurt settles in his chest. Feeling petty he says, “Oh so now you want to talk to me? Well I don’t want-”

James cuts him off, “I wanna see Mami! Please Daddy can we go? I wanna go!”

Draco doesn’t even give him a chance to say no to James. The kids are a buffer; if they leave him alone with Draco…..well he doesn’t know what will happen.

Draco summons two bags from upstairs, “I already packed their things.”

Harry is floored at that. He begins to stammer, “What…but…I didn’t…..no they…..Draco who do you think…..”

The kids are waving bye at him as Draco disappears into the Floo with them. Before Harry can move Draco is back and then he is locking the Floo.

Harry gets his bearings and his chest tightens, “Bring me my kids back, Malfoy.” Draco shakes his head, his eyes weary but soft, “Mother will be hurt if you take the kids away from her tonight.”

No matter how angry and hurt he is with Draco, he doesn’t want to cause Narcissa any discomfort. Harry crosses his arms, “Fine but you can leave. I don’t want to talk to you Malfoy.”

Draco steps closer, “Please Harry. I was an ass, I know that. I….I didn’t mean to cut you out.”

Harry snaps, “But you did you wanker! You just left, and you wouldn’t talk to me. Two weeks Draco. You went radio silent for two bloody weeks! Just because Scorpius called me Daddy! You could have explained it to him, told him that I could be his uncle or something! But instead you take him from me and you stop talking to me! You hurt me you complete and utter shit, and you hurt my kids too!”

His tears are flowing down his face but he doesn’t stop them. His chest is so tight he feels like his heart is going to stop.

Draco is shaking and his eyes are wet; tears falling from his face as well.

“I am so sorry Harry. Fuck I didn’t want to hurt you or the boys. I would have rather taken an AK, then to have caused you all so much pain. I am an absolute fuck because I hurt Scorpius too. We wanted to see you all. He was heartbroken when I kept him away. He would cry for you and the boys. Fuck it broke my heart, but I was so afraid! Harry he called you Daddy and I panicked! He….I had heard him say it before but I didn’t think anything of it, but then I heard him call you that….and……and my heart couldn’t take it.”

Harry flinches in hurt, “If it disgusted you so much Malfoy you should have just told him he couldn’t call me that. You didn’t have to take him from me.” He swallows the painful lump in his throat. Draco didn’t love him like he did. Merlin that was a painful truth to swallow.

Draco’s eyes fill with more tears, “It didn’t disgust me Harry….no…I…..it made…..please don’t think….”

His words trail off and Harry closes his eyes. This hurts; bloody hell this hurts so much. He doesn’t want to keep the boys apart; he saw what that could do to them.

“Mal….Draco….I….I won’t keep the boys apart, I can’t do that to them, but…..but I will keep my distance from you and Scorpius. Al and Jamie can see you, but…..but I can’t see you….it…..it hurts too much.”

His voice comes out chocked and he hears Draco suck in a surprised gasp.

“No….no Harry please….I…..I can’t lose you….please don’t say that. Scorp…..Scorpius will be heartbroken…don’t do this,” Draco’s voice cracks and a small sob breaks from him.

Harry retreats closer to the wall eyes still closed, “I…..no Draco….I can’t……..I can’t stay near you…my….my heart hurts to think that the thought of Scorpius calling me that….that you hate it…I can’t handle that….not right now.”

Draco chokes out, “It doesn’t disgust me! Harry my heart couldn’t take it because it made me so happy. You can never be an uncle to my son because you mean so much more to him than that. You mean so much more to me. I panicked because my heart wanted to explode with happiness that Scorpius would see the man I love as his father. That you had wormed your way into his heart just like you had with mine.”

His voice is wobbly but so sure. Harry’s eyes snap open and meet Draco’s determined grey ones.

His mouth opens and closes as Draco drinks in his face.

Harry lets out a whispered, “The….the man you love?” Draco nods and steps closer, “Harry……I’ve been in love with you for years. Longer than I care to admit. Back in school it was this obsession, this need to make sure I had your attention. I never thought I would see you again after the trials and after you returned my wand. But….but when you waltzed your way back into my life…and my son’s…I couldn’t deny that I have always been in love with you. The thought was petrifying; I was so afraid that I would lose you if I told you the tr-”

His words are cut off as Harry drags him over. His lips slam into Draco’s and it’s all he ever dreamed of and so much more. His lips are soft and wet; salty with the tang of tears. Draco doesn’t hesitate to wind his arms around Harry’s neck, fingers digging into his hair.

Their lips simply mold together, the soft push and pull sending an electrical current though Harry.

After minutes of kissing, Harry parts their lips ever so slightly. They are still touching, their ragged breathing mingling softly.

Harry opens his eyes to see grey looking back at him. He takes his hand to stroke Draco’s cheek. Lips brushing Draco he whispers, “You idiot, I am in love with you, too. I have been for over a year now. I’ve wanted to have you in my arms like this so badly. It tore me apart when I thought I was never going to see you again.”

Draco lets out a pained whimper and drags his tongue over Harry’s lips. Harry can’t help but groan as he opens up for Draco.

His tongue sweeps into his mouth, caressing Harry’s tongue, licking and stroking the inside of his mouth with such tenderness that Harry feels liking whining. Harry lets Draco map out his mouth, while he gives little sucks here and there; sometimes gently biting Draco’s lower lip. Draco mewls into him and Harry groans at the noise.

Draco drags Harry closer, their bodies pressed so close together he can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

Harry pulls back but it doesn’t seem like Draco wants to part with his skin. He drags his lips to Harry’s neck and nibbles at his tender flesh. Harry arches into Draco.

He says, “Draco, love, please….don’t…don’t tease me.”

Draco seems to melt at the endearment. He whispers, “I love you Harry……I will never let you go again.”

Before Harry can respond Draco drops to his knees. In a matter of seconds he has Harry’s trousers and pants around his ankles.

Harry shudders when he feels his warm breath against his aching cock.

He looks down to see Draco lick his lips. He says, “Bloody fuck Harry. Your prick is gorgeous.” A pink tongue flicks against his foreskin. Harry’s head hits the wall but it does nothing to deflate his arousal. Draco’s hand wraps around his base, “Fuck, love, you’re so thick. I knew you’d have a big cock. Merlin I can’t wait to have you split me open.”

Harry moans and a bit of pre-come leaks from his tip; Draco drags his foreskin back until his head is peaking out. He slowly drags his tongue along the slit; collecting Harry’s juices and swallowing it down with an aroused look. “You taste divine, my love. I’ve dreamt about you coming in my mouth, on my face. I want you all over me Harry,” Draco’s voice sounds broken in the most delicious way.

Harry’s spine tingles as Draco wraps his lips around his head and gives little sucks. Harry feels like he is floating, the sensation zipping from his head down to his toes. His hand disappears into blonde hair and his fingers flex in his scalp.

Harry’s voice is horse, “Merlin, your mouth is heaven Draco. You look so pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock. You pretty mouth was made to swallow me. Go on darling, suck all the come you want. I will never deny you.”

Draco groans and swallows Harry to the root. Harry’s shout echoes through the house. Draco wastes no time, apparently done with teasing Harry. His head bobs back and forth as he sucks on Harry’s cock like it’s the most delicious treat. His hands are on his hips urging him to thrust so Harry does.

Draco gags but then his throat relaxes. When Harry sinks into that wet cavern, he can’t help but see stars. He fucks Draco’s throat with no complaints from his lover. With a finally thrust and a hard suck, Harry spills into that lovely mouth he could only dream of before.

Harry pants as he tries to get his eyes to focus. Fuck that was the best orgasm he has ever had. He feels Draco stand and rest his head against the crook of Harry’s neck.

With a raspy voice he says, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long Harry. But Merlin, you taste better than I thought.”

He shivers at his words. He says, “I love you Draco.” He can feel the other man smile against his skin. He pecks his neck, “I love you Harry. So much and I never want to hurt you like this again. Please forgive me, love. I…….I don’t think I can go on without you.”

Harry hugs him tight, “I can’t either, my love. And I don’t want to have to. Stay with me, and with your sons. Because they are just as much yours as they are mine. Be my family, Draco.” He can feel him shudder against him and then his neck feels wet.

“Draco….I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you cry.” Harry’s voice comes out small.

Draco pulls back with the biggest smile on his face. He kisses Harry with so much love that he thinks it will pour out of him; and he refuses to let any of Draco’s love spill out of him. Draco huffs a laugh, “I’m happy, you git. You’re my family Harry. You, Al, James, and Scorpius. I….I don’t want to leave…..I….I want us to be together always.”

“Move in with me. I have plenty of room. Your flat is way too small for a family,” Harry’s smile is so big as the words leave him. He wants to wake up next to Draco every day. He wants to fall asleep with this beautiful man in his arms for the rest of his life.

Draco simply nods and brings his lips back to Harry’s.

His spent cock presses against that hard clothed bulge of Draco’s. Harry’s mouth waters as Draco rocks into him. He groans and says, “Draco, baby, please fuck me. I want to feel you inside of me.” Draco groans and rocks harder.

He nods and they somehow manage to make it upstairs. Harry is on his back, naked and already half hard as he watches Draco strip.

Milky skin glistens as each piece of clothes falls away. Finally he gets to his pants and he drags them down long legs. Harry groans in eagerness as he takes in Draco; pink, long, and heavy jutting out of blonde curls.

Harry can feel his stomach tighten, “Fuck Draco, even your cock is pretty.” Draco chuckles and climbs on the bed.

“Harry…..have you done this before,” there is worry in his tone. Harry shakes his head and he can see the apprehension in Draco’s gaze.

Harry says, “I want you to be my first Draco. I want to feel you inside of me. Please, love, I need you.”

Draco groans, “I love you Harry.”

“I love you Draco.”

Harry wakes to someone kissing his chest. His eyes are still closed as he lets a small sigh escape his smiling lips.

“Good morning love. How are you feeling,” Draco’s voice is still raspy either from sleep or the throat fucking he got last night. A tingle goes up Harry’s spine at the thought. He feels a steady soreness and slight discomfort in his rectum, but it makes him smile. He hadn’t let Draco bottom at all; they had made love four times last night but Harry came to find he loves how it feels with Draco dragging his beautiful cock against his walls.

He had come twice from Draco pounding into his prostate alone.

Harry cards his fingers through Draco’s hair and places a kiss on his forehead. He says, “I feel wonderful. My bum is deliciously sore and I don’t think I will be able to sit still for the rest of the week.”

Draco hums and kisses his nipple, “Good, I want you to remember me even when I go to work tomorrow.” Harry chuckles and enjoys the way Malfoy curls in his arms.

With a content sigh he says, “I didn’t think I would ever have this with you. I was so afraid I would ruin our friendship.”

He feels Draco nod in agreement, “I was afraid I had ruined everything. But the thought of never seeing you or the boys petrified me even more. I knew I couldn’t just walk away from you. I would only leave if you asked me to.” Harry clutches Draco to his chest, “Don’t even think about it. I expect you to fight for me every single time you do something stupid.”

Draco lifts his head and Harry finally opens his eyes. Those grey eyes glint in the morning light. He grins, “How do you know I will be the one doing something stupid?”

“Past experiences,” his voice is teasing as Draco smacks him. Soon they are kissing each other so sweetly that Harry groans when Draco pulls away.

Harry whines, “Come back here. I don’t want to get up. I want you to take me again.”

Draco chuckles and pecks his lips quickly, “I would have never thought you would be such a needy and demanding little bottom.” His hand trails down and cups Harry’s erection. He strokes it slowly and Harry whines lightly.

“But don’t forget, I still want you to split me open with this. I refuse to acknowledge that my boyfriend has a huge prick but I have not been able to ride it.” Harry groans at Draco’s words and soon he spills into his fist.

Harry sighs, “Come on love. Let me taste you in the shower.” He laughs with how quickly Draco runs off the bed. Harry gives his first blow job, completely terrified that he was going to muck it up. But Draco groans in satisfaction when they discover Harry has no gag reflex. Draco fucks his throat with rough strokes and Harry quickly learns how to breathe with a mouth full of cock.

He feels Draco’s impending orgasm as he is leaking in his throat. He swallows his spunk but pulls back as well. Draco shouts and soon he is releasing all over Harry’s face. His cock gives a little twitch as Draco’s warmth covers his face. He feels it on his cheek, below his right eye, sliding down his lip, and dripping from his chin; Draco literally blew his load all over him.

Harry opens his eyes to see Draco looking at him with such hunger and lust. Harry flicks his tongue out to lick the come off his lips. He moans and scoops some off his cheek with his thumb and sucks it into his mouth. He closes his eyes in bliss and says, “Delicious my love.”

Draco groans above him and yanks him up. He gives him a filthy kiss. Pulling back he growls, “You will be the death of me Potter. You aren’t allowed to look so thoroughly fucked out with my spunk all over your face when I can’t even fuck you properly.”

They had to pick up the boys soon; there was no time for that, no matter how bad they both wanted too.

Harry gives him a saucy wink, “How about I fuck you when we put the boys to bed tonight? I will let you have your way with me.”

Draco gives his ass a slap that makes Harry yelp. Draco smirks, “I will hold you to that.”

Much to Draco’s annoyance, they didn’t get to make love that night. Because when they told the boys that Draco and Scorpius would be moving in, they had been so happy, all three refused to sleep separately. That is how Draco and Harry found themselves separated by three sleeping boys between them. James was curled into Harry with Al snuggled into Draco. Scorpius was sprawled in between his brothers snoring lightly; one hand clutching Harry’s and the other around Draco’s.

His heart was so content; Harry couldn’t keep the stupid grin off his face. On the other side Draco was pouting into Albus’ hair.   

Harry chuckles, “It’s just for tonight, love. You’ll have me all to yourself tomorrow night.” His lip sticks out harder, “I have a feeling I am going to have to beat my son off of you. He is obsessed with his Daddy.” Harry looks at Scorpius with a tender smile. He says, “Well you’re just going to have to get crafty, Malfoy.”

He scowls at him, but in the end he smiles, “Goodnight, Harry. I love you.” His heart thumps as he says, “I love you, Draco. Sweet dreams.”

Draco didn’t get Harry all to himself for about a week.

+++

James is 8; Albus and Scorpius are 7, when Harry proposes to Draco.

“’Mione what if I muck this up? What if he says no?” Harry was panicking as he looks at the small velvet box in his hands. The white gold ring blinks at him. He had gone with a thick band shaped like antlers with vines and flowers winding through them, a green cushion diamond nestled between two of them; that was for Draco. Next to that was Harry’s ring; thick band that coiled like a dragon, the scales intricately designed while a dark grey cushion diamond was nestled between its mouth and tail.

Hermione sighed, “Merlin, Harry, those rings are absolutely beautiful. If he says no can I have his?”

Harry gasped, “Hermione you are not helping!” She giggles and waves her hand, her own gorgeous wedding ring twinkling in the light. She and Ron had gotten married about two years ago; and now Hermione was pregnant with her second child.

“Enough Harry, you need to stop worrying. Draco loves you, any idiot can see that. You guys are disgustingly gone for each other even after two years. He will not say no; I am positive Draco has been waiting for this just as long as you have.” Harry lets his shoulders sag as her words wash over him.

About a year ago, Draco had told Harry that if they were to ever get married, Harry would be the one to do it. Harry had been enthusiastic when he agreed but now he thinks that Draco did it so he wouldn’t be drowning in worry and nerves. His boyfriend was a Slytherin to the very end; really Harry should have seen it coming.

Hermione takes his hand, “Harry there are no two people better suited for each other. Trust me when I say no one would ever dream of seeing you with someone else. I’ve never seen you this happy; well I did when you had your boys, but you’re happier. It’s hard to explain but you just glow, and we all love to see you with your family, Harry.”

She sniffles and Harry envelopes her in a hug. He holds het tight, taking in the comfort that only Hermione can provide.

“Oi, get your hands off my wife. Your git is at home, go manhandle him,” Ron’s teasing voice makes him look up. Ron is grinning with a box of what looks to be pastries in one hand.

Hermione chuckles, “I am trying to talk our best friend out of having a panic attack.” Ron rolls his eyes and drops the box in front of Hermione. He gives her a kiss on her head and she hums in content. Ron says, “Is he still freaking out over popping the question to Malfoy? Bloody hell mate, you could give him a ring from the kids toy machine and the man would be happy. That being said, the rings that you have are brilliant, the place you’re taking him is magnificent, and your plan is fool proof. The fact that he loves you is so grotesquely obvious that I am going to get diabetes from you two.”

He clamps a hand on Harry’s shoulder and it helps him relax.

Harry gives him a sheepish grin, “Thanks Ron. It just…..I love him so much….and I can’t picture my life without him.”

Ron winks at him, “After next week you won’t have to.”

It had been Scorpius who helped him decide where to propose and when. His little boy was as sharp as a tack. They had been making breakfast while everyone else was asleep. It was always them two up at the crack of dawn. He wasn’t sure how that happened, but Draco, Jamie, and Al always slept in until at least nine when there was no school.

Scorpius was buttering toast and Harry was cooking bacon when Harry got the nerve. He asked, “How…how would you feel if I were to ask your Papa to marry me?” He tried to keep his hands from shaking.

Scorpius turned to look at him, his little plastic butter knife stopping. He looked at Harry with wide eyes.

“Marry Papa?”

Harry nodded, “Would you be okay with me…..becoming a part of your family?” Scorpius squealed and launched himself at Harry. He had a second to step away from the stove before he splashed them both with bacon grease.

“Scorpius!” That kid still hadn’t broken the habit of doing that.

He wraps himself around Harry; legs and arms. “You are my family. But I would love it if you married Papa! Then you could never send us away.”

Harry clutches his son closer, “My little scorpion I will never send you away. You are my son and I love you. But thank you; I wanted your blessing to marry your Papa. Now we just need to plan it.”

Scorpius pulls back with watery eyes. His smile is blinding as he asks, “You want me to help?” Harry nods and kisses his nose, “I want you and your brothers to help; but we have to keep it a secret from Papa. How about it?”

He gives an enthusiastic nod and hangs on to Harry, refusing to let go. That is how Draco finds them an hour later; Harry trying to cook one handed with a much too big to be in his arms 6 year old.

Draco lifts a brow and Harry chuckles, “He was helping me but now he refuses to let me go.” Draco shakes his head and gives Harry a tender kiss, “You spoil him, love.”

He kisses Scorpius on the cheek and tries to pry him off Harry, but he won’t let go.

Draco sighs, “Baby, let Daddy finish cooking. Help me wake your brothers up.” Scorp grumbles but loosens his hold. Harry laughs and gives him a peck on his head but lets him down.

It was later in the day when he finally told the other two of his plan to marry Draco. James whooped in happiness while Albus cried happy tears with Scorpius. Once they settled down Harry said, “How do you boys think I should do this? Fancy dinner with the family?”

Scorpius shakes his head and frowns, “No Daddy, Papa is pretty sure that is how you’re going to do it. He says you…you’re very……pe….ped…...pedictable.” Harry chuckles, “Did he now?” Scorp nods again, “He told me that he would know as soon as you take him.” He pouts, apparently not happy with his father.

Harry nods, “So what do you suggest?” Al looks at James and James looks at Scorp.

Finally Scorpius says, “My birthday!” Harry gives him a confused look. Scorpius had his birthday coming up in three weeks.

Al smiles, “We could do something for his birthday and then you ask!”

James grins, “He will never see it coming!”

Scorpius continues, “Let’s go on vacation! Family vacation for my birthday and then you ask! He will be so surprised!”

The boys huddle together patting each other for coming up with such a smart idea. And really Harry had to agree. And he would be man enough to admit that his idea had been thought up by an 8 year old and two 7 year olds.

Harry had his plan all set up. They were currently at the portkey office waiting in line to obtain theirs. It would be taking them to a wizarding resort in Barbados. A few months into dating Draco had admitted that he wanted to take Scorpius there one day. He had been only once when he was a child but he always claimed he had such fun, it would be wonderful to take his son and experience it as an adult as well.

Draco had been so surprised when Harry told him he had planned and booked a trip for their son’s 7^th birthday. Draco had shown Harry just how appreciative he was; he had sent the boys to Narcissa for the evening and he wouldn’t let Harry out of bed for the rest of the night, it had been bliss.

Harry fights the urge to open his bag to make sure the rings were inside. He had triple checked last night and triple checked again this morning. He has a feeling he forgot to pack Jamie extra socks because he had been so worried.

Finally he reaches the front, and he fills out the required paperwork. Finally they hand him an old radio and advise him where the departing location will be. The family of five makes their way to the location. Soon there is the uncomfortable pull and then they are falling into Barbados. Well Harry and James fall. Al, Scorpius, and Draco only stumble slightly but remain upright.

James grumbles, “I don’t know how you all don’t fall like Dad and me.”

Al grins, “Papa says you are both clumsy.” Draco laughs but picks Jamie up giving him a kiss on his head. “I’m sorry sweetheart, but you have your daddy’s genes.” Harry stands and flicks Draco’s nose, “That is not nice to say about your hu-boyfriend.” Harry catches himself before he lets the word husband slip.

Draco doesn’t seem to pick up on it but it seems like Jamie does. He eyes widen and he says, “Papa lets go to the hotel. Look!” He points and they all turn around and their mouths drop. The resort is something out of a paradise fantasy.

 They have checked into the family suite; Harry spared no expense on this trip. He had told Draco, “I know this is something you wanted to do with Scorpius. And I know the other two will enjoy it as well. Don’t worry about the cost, love. I have more than enough.” Draco had protested, demanding he be allowed to pay for half of it, but Harry had stood firm.

In the end Draco had begrudgingly accepted Harry’s terms.

The boys are napping in their room which is on the other side of the living room. Harry and Draco have their own space so as soon as the boys are asleep, Draco jumps on Harry.

He nips, sucks, and licks into Harry’s mouth, making the brunet groan in pleasure. Draco pulls back, “We have to be quick, love. The boys could wake up any minute.” Harry nods, picks up Draco and throws him on the bed.

Draco arches off the bed; he loves when Harry gets rough and manhandles him. With a snap of his fingers, Harry has them both undressed. Draco groans again.

Harry puts his hand on his cock and slowly stokes himself and soon he is hard. Draco is panting on the bed and moves his hands to grip himself. Harry shakes his head and waves his fingers. Soon Draco finds his arms lifted over his head with an invisible rope holding his hands.

Draco whimpers, “Oh fuck, Harry. Please….please love.”

Harry walks towards the bed. He places one knee on it but doesn’t lift himself on it. He ask, “Tell me what you want baby. I won’t untie your hands; I will be doing all the work. Do you want to watch as I fuck myself on my fingers? Watch how I open myself up for you while I work your sexy cock into the back of my throat?” Draco cants his hips off the bed and groans loudly.

Harry quickly waves his hand and casts a silencing spell. He smirks at Draco, “You’re so loud baby. But you haven’t answered me. Do you want to watch me bounce on you prick? Watch as my cock slaps my stomach as I impale myself on you?” Harry begins to salivate at the image he is picturing. He sees a bead of moisture on Draco’s head and he can’t help himself.

He sucks his cockhead into his mouth and mewls at Draco’s taste. Draco lets out an aroused sob, “Harry…..oh fuck, Harry. Fuck me, please……I need you inside of me. Wreck me; prep me with one finger and then shove your massive cock into me.” His pleas are broken whimpers and Harry’s cock becomes rigged as it drips on Draco’s leg.

“I am going to wreck that little hole of yours Draco.” The other man whimpers and lifts his legs, spreading himself as much as he can without the use of his hands. Harry groans and summons their favorite lube. In the blink of an eye he has his finger inside of Draco and he pants at how tight he is.

“Yes, Harry, yes…..hurry love. I want to feel you. Tear me open!” He fingers Draco until the blonde is incoherent with need. Removing his finger, he slicks himself up and shoves inside of Draco.

His lover screams in that pleasure-pain Harry has learned he loves. Harry doesn’t waste any time. He thrusts into his howling boyfriend. “Fuck, baby your asshole is so tight. You’re greedy little hole is taken it so well.”

Harry takes a nipple into his mouth as he continues to thrust like a mad man. Draco wraps his legs around Harry and tries to move his hips. Harry pulls back and pulls his prick out. Draco whines in disappointment but yelps when Harry roughly flips him over.

Draco moans like a wanton whore when Harry slams back inside of him. Harry grips his thighs and spreads them wide, making them touch his ribs; fuck he loves how flexible Draco is. Harry pounds into his lover at a relentless pace. His hips smack loudly against the pale cheeks he loves so much. He doesn’t slow as he is determined to make Draco come on his cock alone.

“Harry, baby, Oh right there….oh I’m coming!”

Draco yells out his name as he spills copious amounts of spunk on the bed. Harry feels that tight asshole fluttering against his cock and he is done. With a final thrust and a shout of Draco’s name, Harry is spilling inside of him.

He is still rocking his hip; the sensitivity of his cock makes him tingle as he drags it along those smooth walls inside of Draco.

His lover whimpers and clenches around him.

Harry groans and goes to pull out. Draco pants out, “Wait….don’t…..don’t move…..want….want to…keep you…inside….a bit longer.” Harry shudders but does as he is told. He unties Draco and without pulling out, slowly drags him to his side so Harry is spooning him from the back, cock buried deep.

Draco sighs, “Fuck that was spectacular.” Harry hums against his neck as he nuzzles him. He plants little kisses along his nape and Draco snuggles closer.

“Hmm, have I told you I love you today?” Draco’s voice comes out sleepy. Harry grins, “Yes, this morning before we left the house.”

Draco lets out a drunken giggle, “I love you.” Harry playfully nips his ear which makes Draco whine. “I love you too, my dragon.”

Harry lets Draco drift to sleep but he is anything but tired. He needs to go speak with management to make sure everything is set up. He casts a quick cleaning charm and tucks his boyfriend under the warm sheets. He gives him a quick kiss, dresses and slips out of the room. Just as he closes the door to his room, Albus steps out of his. He is rubbing his eyes, having just woken up.

“Daddy? Where are you going?” He shuffles towards Harry. He picks him up and Al leans against his neck. Harry says, “I am going to make sure everything is all set for Papa’s surprise. You want to come?” Al picks his head up, suddenly wide awake, and nods eagerly.

Harry booked the trip for one week and it was on day five that he planned to propose. He had seen the way Draco watched him when they had all gone to the amazing restaurant. He saw the suspicious glances when they had gone whale watching. Even when they had gone on that beautiful hike he saw Draco look expectantly.

It was safe to say Draco was in a foul mood by day five. Harry had kept his poker face; making sure to give all his attention to the boys. Scorpius and Albus had amazing poker faces; James was a lost cause so Harry had to make sure to keep him perfectly distracted.

Harry had also made sure they hadn’t had sex after that first time when they arrived; he was afraid that he would just blurt the question during their post-coital snuggle, when Harry was so drunk on Draco that his mouth had no filter. Merlin had that been hard. On the second day Harry found Draco in nothing but a pair of tight black briefs that outlined the sexy curve of his cock. His mouth had watered and seeing as all Harry had wrapped around him was a towel, it was hard to hide his desire.

It had been a blessing when Scorpius had waltzed into the room. Draco scrambling to put on a robe and Harry quickly changing into his Pajamas in the bathroom. When he came back out, it was to see Draco scowling as their son made himself comfortable on the bed. Scorp had slept with them that night, saving Harry from pretending to fall asleep.

He had asked James and Al to do the same the following nights and they had begrudgingly obliged; mumbling that they were too old to sleep with their parents.

Draco had not been happy.   

Today they were supposed to just spend a lovely day at the beach. He could see Draco pouting, pretending to read a book. Harry was currently showing the boys how to build a sand castle. Al was scooping more sand while James and Scorp were trying to dig a trench. Harry looked up to see that someone had stopped to talk to Draco.

Furrowing his brows he sees the man eye Draco and then lick his lips. Harry feels that shudder of jealousy run through him. He sees Draco frowning and he stands up. He tells the boys, “Stay here, I am going to check on Papa.” The boys don’t even look up just mumble their agreement. Harry makes his way over but before he can get closer someone steps in front of him.

He is shocked when a tan woman with blue hair smiles at him. She looks to be in her early twenties. She eyes Harry up and down, “Hello there Handsome. My name is Veronica.” She flutters her eyelashes at him.

She looks him up and down again and Harry suddenly feels very naked. Draco had picked out his swim trunks and Harry had been apprehensive about them. They were short, about four inches above the knee; and they were tight. Draco had loved the way they hugged Harry’s ass. He wasn’t wearing a shirt so his upper half was completely exposed.

Harry says, “Hello, if you could excuse me I-”

She squeals and it makes Harry flinch, “Oh you have an accent. My goodness, you just got a thousand times sexier. As it is you are already very easy on the eyes.” She steps closer and drags a finger across his chest.

Harry steps back, “Please don’t touch me. I need to get back to my boyfriend.” There that should deter her. But instead her eyes turn hungry.

“Oh come now, handsome, I think your boyfriend is a bit preoccupied with my friend. Stay and talk to me some more.” Harry bristles and looks over her shoulder Draco is now standing up, an annoyed look on his face and arms crossed. The bloke in front of him is still smiling and steps closer.

Harry growls, “I think I need to have a word with your friend.”

Harry’s eyes snap back to the abrasive woman in front of him. She has stepped closer; finger now circling his tight left peck while the other hand begins to trace his abs.

She licks her lips and says, “My you have such a nice body. I would love to see you out of those indecent shorts.” Harry scowls and is about to step back when a pale hand wraps around her wrist against his chest. Draco growls out, “It would do you well to take your hands off my boyfriend you insufferable woman.” He can see the lady flinch as Draco tosses her arm and stand in front of Harry.

He wraps his arms around his angry boyfriend and drags him closer to his chest. Draco is vibrating in anger. She turns to glare at Draco and opens her mouth.

Harry cuts her off, “Leave, as you can see my boyfriend is way more attractive than you are. You’re wasting your time.”

She gives him an offended scoff and stomps away. Harry turns to see the bloke who was chatting up Draco. He licks his lips as he watches the both of them now. Harry scowls and the man gives him wide eyes before he turns away.

Draco growls out, “Stupid bint, how dare she touch you.” Harry chuckles and nuzzles his boyfriend’s neck, “I was getting ready to throw that bloke out into the water. I did not like the way he was looking at you.”

Draco chuckles and turns in Harry’s arms. He gives him a loving kiss. Pulling back Draco says, “He had the audacity to ask for a threesome when I told him you were my boyfriend. But first he wanted to take me back to his room so I could put my pretty mouth to good use.”

Harry growls and is about to go find this man so he could punch him in the face; possibly breaking his nose.

Draco pecks his chin, “Down there, Savior. I don’t fancy having to bail you out of jail just because of some idiot. It’s not like I don’t want to hex that hussy who was about to shove her hands down your pants.” Harry lets his shoulders relax, “You’re right, love. I just don’t like other people looking at you. Your mine and only I can put that pretty mouth to good use.”

Draco smiles and pulls Harry into another kiss. He licks his bottom lip and whispers, “I love when you get all possessive, Potter. It makes my cock throb.” Harry groans and attacks Draco’s lips.

“Ewe Daddy, stop it!” He feels sand hit his leg and he pulls away. He chuckles when he sees an annoyed Scorpius and grossed out Albus staring at him. Harry moves from Draco but keeps his hand around his waist. “Sorry boys, but someone was trying to steal your Papa from me,” Harry grins when he sees the two boys glare and look around.

James comes up, “Who am I hitting with a bucket?” His little scowl looking so much like Draco somehow.

Harry shakes his head, “Don’t worry boys I took care of it. How is the castle coming along?” Al and Scorp give each other knowing looks.

Al says, “I’m bored Daddy. Can we do something else?” Draco gives Harry a confused look as he says, “But Al you’re the one who wanted to spend the day at the beach.”

He shrugs his little shoulders, “I want to go back to the room. Jamie said he wants to nap.” James nods a little too enthusiastically for someone who is tried. Scorp shoves him but says, “I’m tired too Papa, can we just go take a nap?” 

Draco’s eyes light up at the mention of all three boys taking a nap. Harry fights back a groan as he already knows what he is thinking.

“Yes let’s go take a nap, all of us, before dinner. Come on!” He has never seen Draco move so fast. Once they are back in the room Draco has the boys take a shower. Harry quickly gets in to take one before Draco tries to get in with him. He is stepping out when Draco walks into the bathroom.

He gives him a pout, “You’re done already? Why didn’t you wait for me?” Harry chuckles and sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. Draco moans and wraps his arms around him. Harry pulls back, “Sorry, baby, I was feeling sticky and gross. Get in the shower I’ll make sure the boys go to sleep.” Draco gives him a kiss but nods.

He goes to the boys’ room and tells them what the next step of the plan is. He has just closed the door to their room when a hand grabs his shirt. He then finds himself sprawled on the bed with a naked Draco hovering over him. His cock begins to stiffen as he feels the hard planes of his body on top of him.

Draco straddles Harry and moans as he rocks against him. Harry tosses his head back as the pleasure makes his toes curl.

“Harry, I need you. It’s been too long. Please baby I want to fuck you.” Harry groans, because that is all he wants too. But he can’t….fuck he needs to go set up. But how can he, when he has a naked Adonis above him?

Harry thrust up and Draco lets out a pleased hiss.

Draco has begins to remove Harry’s shirt when they hear a knock on the door. Draco stops moving, luckily he had locked the door, but the handle rattles as someone tries to come in. “Daddy…..I can’t sleep….can you sleep with me?” Scorpius, oh his lovely little boy.

Draco groans in frustration, “Tell him no Harry. Please.” Draco sounds like a petulant little child. He drags him down to a kiss. He begins rocking on top of him but then, “Daddy, please….”

Harry pulls back with a sigh, “You know he is just going to keep coming back. And he will throw a tantrum if I tell him no.” Draco lets out a frustrated groan and throws himself on the bed and crosses his arms.

“I swear to Merlin, I am sending him to boarding school. I am going to die of blue balls because of him.” Harry chuckles as he knows he doesn’t mean it. He kisses his forehead, “Sleep love. I will come back as soon as he falls asleep.”

With that he leaves the room. He puts a silencing spell on it and grins at Scorpius.

“Perfect timing little man. Are you ready to go?” Draco tries to stay awake but in a matter of minutes he is asleep and he doesn’t notice when four people slip out of the room.

DPOV

Draco wakes up to see that the sun has dipped a little further.  He reaches a hand out wanting to cuddle with Harry a little longer, but frowns when he hits cool sheets. He opens his eyes and sees that Harry is not in the room. Did he fall asleep with Scorpius?

Draco scowls a little. It seems like it has been Scorpius’ personal mission to keep him from getting laid. His normally independent son seems to be monopolizing Harry’s time something fierce since they got on the island. Not that Draco begrudges him for that. On the contrary he adores how much Scorpius loves Harry. But it was really digging into his sex life.

Draco gets up with a huff. He is going to drag his boyfriend out of bed, put up the worlds’ strongest locking charm and silencing spell, and bugger him until Harry forgets his own name. The boys will have to occupy themselves for a bit.

With that wonderful thought in mind, Draco dresses in some shorts and a white t-shirt, not planning on keeping them on for long. He walks across the suite to the room the boys are in, but when he steps in he sees that it is empty. There on the bed he sees a piece of paper. He picks it up and reads it:

Papa,
You’ve been working so hard lately. I want to give you something special!
Scorpius

Draco lifts a brow in confusion. What does he mean something special?

He walks out to the main room. And there on the kitchen counter is another paper. He reads Harry’s messy handwriting:

I didn’t want to wake you, love. But the boys wanted to get something to eat. Scorpius seems to want to give you something but he won’t tell me what. Meet us at the restaurant by the Bay. I am sure you will be hungry by the time you wake up.

I love you,
Harry

Draco smiles; Merlin, does he love that man. With a happy grin he makes his way downstairs, not even bothering to change. Harry has been strict on not letting Draco out of his casual wear. He hadn’t even let him bring any robes, saying, “This is for Scorpius’ birthday and you know he hates going to fancy places where he needs to dress up.”

Draco hadn’t really put up a fight; he knew Harry was right.

He makes his way down to the bay. Once he reaches the podium a young wizard asks, “Name?”

“Um, Harry?” Draco isn’t too sure but he wouldn’t think Harry would use his name. The young man nods, “If you would follow the path down to the shore, Mr. Potter and your sons have a private table.” Draco lifts a brow but does as he is told. He shouldn’t be surprised though. Harry loves his privacy and he hates when people intrude on their intimate meals.

He walks down to the shore, following the pathway and enjoying the light breeze that ruffles his hair. This trip had been amazing so far. Harry hadn’t let him help with the planning or footing half the bill; but Draco couldn’t lie that he loved how Harry spoiled him.

Not that he didn’t spoil the Gryffindor himself; Harry was still uncomfortable with how much Draco showered him in gifts. But it wasn’t just material things. Harry spoiled him with his kisses and words of affection. He would drop everything he was doing if Draco was having a bad day and just wanted Harry to hold him.

He spoiled him by loving and accepting his son as his own. That was something Draco would never forget. His steps quicken as he wants to see Harry. He wants to kiss him and tell him that he loves him. He wants to see his sons and kiss them as well.

He remembers how much he cried when Albus and Jamie had told him they loved him; how his heart swelled when they called him Papa for the first time.

How he had ever thought he could walk away from them before, he will never understand.

When he reaches the table he frowns, there is no one around. But there in the middle lies a picture. He picks it up and sees Harry holding a newborn Albus and a one year old James. The picture moves as Jamie squirms in Harry’s arms. He turns the picture over and it reads:

2002-Happiness I never understood entered me this day, when I had both my sons in my arms. It was also the day my heart had been broken for the first time.

Draco scowls as he clutches the picture to his chest; cursing Ginny Weasley for hurting his boys. But his thought flits as he sees another picture hovering a little ways past the table. He goes over and sees that it is a picture of Draco and Scorpius; he remembers this picture. It was a few weeks after he had met Harry at the park. Scorpius is waving at the camera. He turns it around and reads:

2005-You waltzed your way back into my life with a little boy who would steal my heart as soon as I saw him lost in the park.

Another picture floating further down. What on earth is going on? Is this what Scorp wanted to give him?

This picture is of Draco and James; it was when he taught him how to fly. It reads:

2006-This was the day I realized I was in love with you. I watched you with my baby and it hit me like a bludger, just how much I wanted you.

Draco feels tears in his eyes. He remembers that day. He follows the path and collects more pictures. There is one of Draco moving in that Harry says was one of the happiest moment in his life. There is another one of Harry and the three boys were Harry says he felt his family was complete. There is another one of just Harry and Draco staring at each and then leaning in for a tender kiss while the lights twinkle in the back; Hermione had taken that. Harry writes on that one: Forever and Always, my love.

Draco reaches what looks to be the last picture. It is one they had taken a few months ago. It is all five of them. James has Scorpius in a head lock while Albus has a fistful of Jamie’s hair in his hand, he had been trying to pry him off of his brother. Draco has his head in his hands and Harry has his head thrown back in laughter. They had been trying to take a nice family picture but the boys couldn’t sit still. On the back of this one it reads.

2009-I could die the happiest man in the world knowing I have you and my three boys. Seven years ago I thought I could never love again. I thought I could only love my boys and there was room for no one else. My past had defined me and it meant I was to be a single father raising two kids. But Seven years later and it has proven me wrong. You are the love of my life, the man of my dreams, and the father of my children. I want to give you the world. But first you have to give me something.

Draco hiccups as he holds back the tears that he has been fighting since the fourth picture. He looks up and he sees his three little boys with their backs to him. He quickly makes his way to them, and is confused when he sees they are wearing suits.

His voice is tight as he ask, “Boys, what is going on? Where is your dad?” James turns around first, a grin plastered to his face. He is holding a sign that reads:

Will you

Then Al turns around and that says:

Please marry

Draco’s breath comes out stuttered as Scorpius turns around last. That says:

Our Daddy

There is a noise behind him and Draco whirls around. There dressed to the nines in a classic muggle suit, kneels Harry James Potter. In his hand is a box with the worlds’ most beautiful ring; worthy of any pureblood. His eyes are bright and they swim with love as he looks at Draco. Harry says, “I love you, Draco Lucius Malfoy. You are everything I have ever wanted and all I will ever need. I want to give you the world, but first will you give me your hand? Will you make me the happiest wizard in the universe, and become my husband?”

The tears fell down Draco’s face as he opens his mouth. He lets out a sob as the words get stuck in his throat. He nods his head frantically and flings himself at Harry.

He catches him and stands; twirling him in his arms as he lets out a howl of joyous laughter. Draco plants kisses on his neck as he whimpers out a babble of I love you’s. He hears they boys cheer and then he feels all three of them wrapping themselves around Harry and himself.

Draco pulls back and captures Harry’s lips. He kisses him as if he needs him to breathe; and Harry happily responds. After a few minutes Draco pulls back, his face wet with tears and lips swollen with his fiancés kisses.

“I love you, so much Harry. You absolute wanker, how did you manage to pull this off.” Harry wipes Draco’s cheeks, even though his are also wet. He grins, “It wasn’t easy. But Scorpius made sure everything went according to plan.

Draco untangles himself from Harry and embraces the boys. Kisses are plastered all over his face. Harry joins in and soon they are all laughing. Finally Al whines, “Papa I am hungry. We’ve been waiting forever for you to wake up!” The boys all run down to the table Draco had arrived at earlier. Harry shouts out, “It was only 20 minutes, you heathens!”

Harry turns to Draco and grabs his hand. He places that gorgeous ring and Draco can’t stop staring at it. “Oh, Harry. They’re antlers, for your stag. And the diamond is the color of your eyes. Oh I love it!” Harry grins, “I am so happy you like it. I was so worried when I went ring shopping with Ron. I drove him mental.” Draco turns his head and gives him a light kiss. He says, “You could have given me a rubber ring and I would have loved it.”

Harry chuckles, “That is exactly what Ron said. But I needed a ring worthy of you, my love. Do you want to put mine on?”

Draco nods quickly and sticks out his hand. Harry laughs as he drops the box into his palm. He opens it to see a beautiful dragon ring winking up at him. He pulls it out in awe and sees an inscription. It says & Always. Draco frowns in confusion. He pulls his ring off and he finds the engraved Forever on his.

Swallowing the lump in his throat he looks up at Harry. Those beautiful green eyes drink him up and Draco shivers at the intensity behind them. Harry runs his fingers along Draco’s cheek in a loving caress. He says, “You are my forever and always Draco.”

Draco smiles, “You are such a sap, Potter. But you are mine. Forever and always, love.” He slips his ring back on and then puts the dragon on Harry’s ring finger. He brings it to his lips and kisses it. Draco whispers, “I will always be with you now.”

Harry wraps him up in a hug and Draco relaxes into him. He always feels so safe in Harry’s arm; like nothing and no one could touch him.

“Daddy, Papa, come on! We want to eat!” Jamie’s voice breaks them out of their bubble and they chuckle as they make their way to the table. Draco can’t help but pout as he tells Harry that he could have at least warned him about how to dress. His family was dressed to perfection while he was looking like a twat in just shorts and a shirt. Harry laughed, kissed him, and said he was absolutely perfect.

Pansy was going to die when Draco tells her that Harry Potter out-proposed Blaise Zabini hands down.

Chapter Text

James was 11; Albus and Scorpius were 10 when Ginny Weasley decided to show her face again.

It was the summer before James was set to go to Hogwarts. Draco was out getting some last minute supplies that they had forgot to grab during their trip into Diagon Alley. He had taken Al and Jamie with him; Scorpius deciding to stay behind to help Harry with dinner.

“Dad, I’m done peeling the potatoes. Can I help you with something else?” Harry turns to Scorp and nods towards the chicken, “You can pour the sauce and turn the heat down low. It just needs to simmer for about 15 minutes and then it will be ready.” The boy nods and does as he is told.

Scorpius sighs happily, “I don’t know why Papa hates cooking like a muggle. It is so relaxing.” Harry chuckles and says, “Your father has no patience. If it takes longer than 20 minutes he would rather use magic.”

Scorpius snorts but doesn’t comment on that. Out of his three boys, Scorpius is the only one who has taken to cooking like Harry. Albus loves baking with him but he refuses to do anything else. Jamie is absolutely hopeless in the kitchen. Last time he tried to make his own toast he had managed to set the toaster on fire.

To this day he couldn’t really explain what happened.

Hermione had almost had a heart attack when she had seen Scorp at the stove. She had lectured Harry on how irresponsible it was to allow a 10 year old near an open flame for about 20 minutes. But Harry knew his boy could handle it. Scorpius was so cautious when it came to everything. If he was unsure or felt uncomfortable he was not afraid to voice it.

Harry knew he could trust him in the kitchen; unlike his older brother who would probably burn the house down.

There is a sudden ripple against Harry’s spine as someone disrupts his wards. He lifts a brow; who the hell was trying to break through his wards?

“Dad is everything okay?” Scorpius gives him a concerned look as he too felt the shift in the air. Harry shakes his head, “I don’t know but it seems like someone is trying to reach the door.” He can sense that it is not an immediate threat. Anyone trying to cause them any harm would not have been able to come within 50 feet of the wards alone.

No this person was right on top of them; Harry could almost feel the annoyance of the intruder.

He wipes his hands on the dish rag and says, “Stay here and don’t come out unless I say so.”

Scorpius’ gives him an unhappy look, “No dad, I want to come with you. I….I don’t want you to go alone.” He can see the uncertainty in his eyes. Harry walks over and gives him a kiss on top of his head.

“Don’t worry about me, son. Just stay in here please. Your Papa always likes to point out that I am the strongest wizard of our time. I need to keep you safe so please stay in here.” He can feel his reluctance but Scorpius finally nods.

He tells him to watch the food and then Harry heads outside.

He opens the door and marches down the steps, ready to yell at whoever is trying to come through. His words freeze in his mouth when he sees the annoyed face of the intruder.

What the bloody hell was Ginny Weasley doing here?

She huffs, “Really Harry, you removed me from the wards? Is that anyway to greet a friend?”

Harry can only stare at his ex-girlfriend. His chest tightens painfully; he hasn’t seen or heard from her in 10 years. His eyes are wide and his mouth is opening and closing; his mind refusing to wrap around the fact that Ginny is right outside his door.

She gives him a small smile. His eyes roam over her; her red hair is cut short, just passing her chin. She has the build of a Seeker, no doubt from still being active on the Quidditch pitch. And her eyes are still the same, that soft brown that he had fallen in love with all those years ago.

His stomach twists in disgust. He morphs his shocked face into cold indifference. He can see the way she loses her smile and flinches at that.

Harry crosses his arms, not coming closer. He asks, “What are you doing here?” His voice is cold, trying to keep the anger and resentment out of it. Seeing her here, standing there with a smile like she hadn’t abandoned her own children, makes his blood boil. If this had been 8 years ago, his magic would have upheaved his house.

He can feel it coiling within him, demanding to be released and unleashed on the person who had caused him so much pain. But he could control his magic now. He holds it tightly in his chest and lets it caress him; reminding him just how much magic he has.

Ginny tries to come closer but she yelps as the wards repel her. Annoyance flashes in her face as she says, “Harry I want to talk. Can you lower your wards so I can come in?”

He lifts a brow, “And who says I want to talk to you? What could you possibly have to say to me after 10 years?” He can see her swallow, “Harry please. I want to apologize, I want to tell you about everything: Why I left, why I was no good for you and the boys-”

Harry growls, “You do not get to talk about them.” She flinches but stands her ground, “They are my sons too, Harry.”

He feels his anger boiling over, “No they aren’t. I have a piece of paper that states otherwise. A paper that you signed without a second glance. You didn’t even look back, Ginny. You took off because you felt that you weren’t meant to be a mother. You left two defenseless babies who needed their mother. You left me like you didn’t give a shit about me.”

It no longer hurts him; the fact that Ginny had left him. She had claimed that she still loved him but she didn’t want to settle. Or something like that. He had burned her letter years ago.

He can see her eyes water, “I am so sorry Harry. I….I felt trapped and I panicked. I had two kids and I wasn’t even 21 yet. We weren’t married and I wanted to see so much of the world.”

Harry scowls, “Did it ever occur to you that we could have done that together? As a family?” She is crying but Harry feels nothing. She lets out a broken, “I still love you. I want you back; I want my boys back.”

His lip curls in disgust, “Did you just think you could come back? Proclaim your love for us and everything would be like it was? That it would erase the fact that you haven’t been here for years? That you barley talk to your family, that Al and James don’t even know who you are or what you look like?”

Her lip trembles at that, “They don’t?”

He shakes his head, “They didn’t want to. Both boys refused to see who you were. For all they care, a woman gave birth to them but that is it. They claim to have no mother.”

He can see her hands clench, “That isn’t true.” He scoffs, “Believe what you will. I never lied to them Ginny. They know the truth.” Her tears are falling down her face but Harry feels nothing. Her leaving them had hardened his heart against her. There was no excusing what she had done. He hadn’t forgiven her and he was in his right not to.

It wouldn’t change anything.

She tries again, “I love you, Harry.”

“Well I don’t love you. I want you to leave, Ginny. Go back to where ever you fucked off to. I don’t need or want you here. And my boys don’t either.”

She yelps as the wards push her back, sensing Harry’s agitation. “Harry please. I just want to talk; I need to see-”

“Dad, is everything okay? The…the food is done.” Harry’s head turns just as he hears Ginny gasp.

She shrikes out, “Malfoy?!” Scorpius frowns as he rushes to Harry’s side. His eyes are wide and a bit frightened as he looks at Ginny.

His voice comes out hesitant, “Daddy….who…who is that?” He grins at his choice of words. Scorp only ever calls his Daddy now when he feels afraid or extra affectionate. He places a kiss on his head and says, “No one you need to worry about, sweetheart. Go back inside. I will be in shortly.”

Ginny’s shocked voice comes out, “Harry, who the hell is that? Why is there a mini Malfoy attached to your hip? How could you let someone like that near you?!” Harry sneers at her again; he can feel Scorp holding him tighter.

He bites out, “Do not talk about my son like that! I will hex you until you can’t see straight and then call the Aurors on you for trespassing! Get the hell off of my property Ginny.” He can see how her face turns pale at his threat.

How dare she say anything about his little boy?

Harry smooths blonde hair back and says, “Go inside baby. I will be right behind you, I just need to take care of this first. Go on, your Papa should be home soon.”

He nods and quickly goes back inside. He turns furious eyes to Ginny; the color has returned to her face. She looks angry, “Explain to me why you have an exact replica of Draco Malfoy in your home and why you’re calling him your son.”

His lip curls in anger, “I have nothing to explain to you. We are no longer together, we are no longer friends. You are nothing and you need to leave now!” The words tumble out of him and it feels so good to say. This has built up over the years; he never got to tell her how he felt. But now all he wants her to do is leave.

He says, “You disgust me Ginny. I never thought I could despise anyone again; but I despise you. You hurt my boys when you left without a second glance, and you just insulted my son like you have a right. Leave now before I do something you will not enjoy.” She was trespassing; he was in his right to defend his home and his family.

She opens her mouth; looking ready to scream at him.

“It will do you well to listen to him, Weasley. Leave our home before I help him remove you.” Draco’s voice washes over him and he feels his anger simmer. He looks over and gives him a small smile. Draco has his eyes narrowed at Ginny, though.

Now her mouth his opening and closing like a fish.

She sputters a bit as Draco comes to stand next to Harry, an arm wrapping around his waist.

She stammers out, “Ma….Malfoy…what….what the bloody fuck are you doing here?”

Draco’s voice is hard as he answers, “Telling you to leave my home. I will not tell you again.” Now she glares at him, “You’re home? This is Harry’s home you psychopath; have you lost your bloody mind?” Harry bristles at her insult, but Draco doesn’t let him respond.

Instead he turns to Harry, “Love, if you don’t remove her I will. And it won’t be pretty.”

Harry hears her shout out, “Love?”

Harry sighs, “The wards are already pushing her back. Let’s just go inside.”

Her voice grinds on his nerves as she says, “Harry! What are you doing with Malfoy? Get away from him! Stop touching him you moronic Slytherin!” Harry scowls and opens his mouth. But Draco grabs his head and slants their mouths together. Harry responds without a second thought; tongue licking those luscious pink lips.

Draco pulls back and Harry can feel how Ginny’s magic suddenly flares in anger. Draco turns to her, steel grey eyes regarding her in disdain, “Stay away from my home and you damn well better stay away from my husband.”

Draco laces his finger through Harry’s and tugs him inside. He doesn’t catch a glimpse of her expression as he follows his angry spouse. Harry doubles the strength of his wards as an afterthought.

The door shuts and they walk into the living room. Scorpius is sitting there with his head on Jamie’s lap. Al is currently looking out the window but he turns to his fathers as they enter the room. Al asks, “Dad who was that? Why was she being mean to Papa?” He scowls out the window again.

Harry sighs, not wanting to lie to them, “That……that was Ginny Weasley. Your…..your mother….” His voice trails off as Jamie’s head snaps up. Scorpius’ eyes widen and Al whips his head around to Harry. It’s tense and Harry feels Draco’s hand knead his shoulder.

Finally Al’s face goes from shocked to annoyed, “No she isn’t. I only have you and Papa.” With that he marches off into his room and slams the door. Harry flinches and moves to go after him. Scorpius says, “No dad, I’ll…..I’ll go talk to him.” Scorp leaves the room, opening the door and closing it softer than Al had.

Harry turns to James who is looking at him with wide eyes. Draco walks over to him and sits beside him. He runs his fingers through his brown hair. “Are you alright, Jamie?” Harry can hear the slight tremble in his husband’s voice.

 James swallows a couple of times but he wraps his arms around Draco. He rests his head on his shoulder and lets out a ragged sound.

He asks, “Why….why is she here?” Harry answers, “I’m not sure, sweetheart. I am just as shocked as you are.” Harry moves to his other side and sits down. James takes an arm away from Draco and wraps his fingers around Harry’s. The curl tightly around him; almost like he is afraid his dad would leave as well.

Harry squeezes back. Finally after a few moments, James asks, “Do…..do I have to see her?” Draco answers him, “Of course you don’t. You don’t have to do anything, Jamie. Not….not unless you want to.” His eyes meet Harry’s who simply nods. Draco continues, “We will not hold it against you if you want to talk to her…….the choice is up to you.”

Over the years he and Draco had talked what they would do if Ginny every tried to contact the boys. Harry had been hesitant to agree that he would let them see her. But Draco argued that Harry wouldn’t be able to stop James or Albus from seeing her in the future. When they became adults Harry would have no say on the matter.

It wasn’t right to take the choice away from them. Draco had said, “I know what it’s like to have no choice or say in matters. It makes you resent your family. And you want to rebel; do exactly what they’re telling you not to.”

Harry couldn’t argue with that; he also knew what it felt like to have almost ever choice ripped from you with only one path to follow.

Finally, after what felt like hours, James shakes his head. He whispers out, “I….I don’t want to see her. She….she left me….and Al….and dad……I….no…..daddy don’t….don’t let her come back.” Harry’s heart breaks at the hurt in Jamie’s voice. He huddles closer and presses a kiss to his temple.

“If that’s what you want, then that’s what will be. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want James. You can always change your mind. I will never love you less.”

Harry would do everything in his power to keep his kids away from Ginny….unless they wanted to see her. But right now it doesn’t look that way.

James shakes his head and moves from Draco and into Harry. He wraps his son in his arms, holding him close. Draco rubs his fingers along Jamie’s hair again and he can feel the boy relax.

Without looking up he says, “I love you Papa….please don’t leave.” He can see the pain lace Draco’s face. Harry opens his arms and Draco gladly slides in; pressing against James. Harry holds them both as Draco presses kisses all over Jamie.

“I will never leave you, my sweet baby boy. No one is going to take me away from you. I love you James Potter. Never forget that.”

He feels James nod against his neck and he sniffles. Planting a kiss on his head, Harry asks, “Do you want to help me set the table?”

James shakes his head, arms snaking around Harry’s neck. He says, “Don’t leave.” Harry sighs and looks at Draco helplessly. Draco sighs, “Fine, I guess I’ll set the table all by myself.” Harry gives him a smile, “Thank you love. We will go help in a bit.” James shakes his head and holds on tighter.

Draco chuckles and places a soft kiss on Harry’s lips.

That night James makes Draco sleep on his bed: Al and Scorpius sleep with Harry; one child tucked in each arm.

The next day, while the boys and Draco are still asleep, Ron burst through the Floo. His eyes are red rimmed, and his mouth is set in an angry scowl. Harry had been waiting to hear from him last night, or even Hermione. He was a bit surprised it took so long. Ron is pacing as Harry sips on his tea. Finally he says, “I had to hold my wife at wand point last night. I thought she was going to murder Ginny. I mean who the hell shows up to someone’s house in the middle of the night, crying that Draco has you under an Imperius? Saying he was being delusional because he thought you were his husband. Fuck Harry, my sister has gone around the bend. Hermione was firing curses at her; some of them I didn’t even recognize! I’m a bloody Auror and I didn’t understand half the spells my wife was using.”

Harry lets out a chuckle as Ron continues to rant. He has learned to not interrupt him when he gets started. He ends up talking over Harry and never listening to what he is saying.

Ron is still pacing, “She just came back. Years with only an occasional letter, a random Floo call, maybe a Patronus; but then she’s back…like nothing ever happened. She came to my home and demanded we help her remove you and the boys from Draco’s clutches. My eyes nearly fell out of my head when she said that. ‘Mione was livid when Ginny told her she came here first. She punched her….Harry she punched Ginny in the face when she scowled at the fact that you called Scorpius your son. Merlin I have never seen my wife so angry. I think I was in complete shock that I couldn’t even react to her last night.”

Harry lifts a brow, “How are you feeling now?”

Ron scowls, “I am pissed! But you know what else? I am annoyed; annoyed at myself because I was happy to see her. I…….I know what she did was awful and I resent her for it…..but…..but she is my little sister Harry. I hate what she did…but….but I love her.”

Harry nods, a small pang in his chest for Ron. He gets up and embraces his best friend. Ron buries his face in Harry’s neck and holds him tight. He can feel the other man shaking. “I don’t know what to do Harry. I sent her away last night. I told her to go to mom and dad’s house because I didn’t want her there. But…..but I do want her there. I want Rosie and Hugo to know their aunt. Why…why do I want to forgive her?”

His voice shakes and Harry runs a soothing hand in his hair. “Ron, she is your sister. You love her; you can’t just hate your family.”

“But she hurt you, and she hurt the boys and us as well. She has been nothing but selfish and doesn’t deserve forgiveness but….but…..” Ron’s voice is small and it makes Harry’s throat tighten. He could never resent Ron. He knew this was going to happen. His best mate might be hot tempered and could hold a grudge but he also had a huge heart; and he always had a soft spot for Ginny. Harry would not hold it against him.

Harry sighs, “Ron, I know you. You’ll forgive Ginny and your family will too. You guys have every right to do so. Please don’t feel like you need to stop talking to her just because of me. I still love you and that won’t change if you let Ginny back into the threshold. It’s alright, Ron. Don’t feel like you have any obligation to me on that.” He can feel Ron slowly relax; almost like he just wanted to hear Harry give him a blessing. Which was ridiculous, Ron didn’t need it.

Finally they pull back and Ron’s eyes are a bit wet. He asks, “Do you think ‘Mione will be as understanding.” Harry actually flinches, “I….I don’t know Ron. She has been very protective over Al and James; and when Scorpius came into the picture it got worse.”

Ron sighs and plops on the couch, “She was always protective over you as well Harry. This is going to get ugly.”

They sit in silence for a bit but then Ron asks, “How…how are the boys?” Harry shrugs, “They…..did alright. I think James was having a harder time then Al. But……neither of them wants to see her. Albus was pretty clear he wants nothing to do with her. But Jamie…..well he seems a little more conflicted but….but he doesn’t want to do anything about it yet.”

Ron nods at that, “I can see that…and they have every right. I mean if they never want to talk to her…well who could really blame them.”

Harry agrees, “I left the decision to them. I don’t care about her; all I care about is my family. And you know that includes Draco and Scorp. I won’t have her talking about them like she was last night. I don’t want her in the same vicinity as Draco.”

Before Ron can say anything they both turn as they hear shuffling of feet. They look up to see Al rubbing his eyes. A half asleep Scorpius right behind him.

Scorp yawns and says, “Dad you weren’t in bed.” Al nods but just yawns as well. Harry chuckles, “Sorry sweetheart, I had to talk to Ron.” Both boys quickly perk up and shout, “Uncle Ron!” Ron smiles and makes his way to them. He hugs them and both boys give him a peck on the cheek.

Ron says, “Good morning. What do you boys say about helping me make pancakes? We didn’t get to make them last time.”

They both nod eagerly, make their way to Harry to give him morning kisses and then follow Ron to the kitchen. Harry is about to join when Draco stumbles in, hair a mess and a bit of dried drool on his face. Merlin his husband was adorable in the morning. Yawning he says, “Love, James is asking for you.” Harry quickly makes his way over. He rubs his finger against the corner of his lips; wiping the dry flakes away.

Leaning in he gives Draco a slow kiss. His husband hums and circles his arms around Harry’s neck. They kiss softly for a few minutes. When they pull back, Harry says, “Good morning gorgeous. Have I ever told you that I love how you look first thing in the morning?”

Draco scoffs but there is a blush on his cheeks. He says, “Of course, I am absolutely perfect, Potter.”

Harry grins, “That’s Potter-Malfoy to you, Sir.” He nibbles on Draco’s bottom lip and his husband lets out a happy exhale.

Draco whispers, “I love you.” Harry captures his lips in a quick kiss and the mumbles, “I love you more.” Draco steps away, “Go see your son. He seemed a little agitated this morning.” Harry nods and says, “Oh and Ron is here. The boys are helping him with breakfast. So unless you want him to see that gorgeous head of bed hair, I suggest you head to our bedroom.”

He leaves Draco cursing him and mumbling that he does not have bed hair but doing as he said. Harry steps into Jamie’s room and sees his son is still in bed but looking at the ceiling. When he hears his dad’s entrance he looks at Harry and opens his arms. He doesn’t hesitate to crawl into bed and snuggle with his oldest. James is resting against his chest but doesn’t say anything. Harry waits patiently as he can see him thinking hard.

Finally James opens up, “Dad…….does…because she’s here….does….does that mean Papa has to go away?” Harry’s spine stiffens up in surprise.

His voices comes out bemused, “Of course not. What gave you that idea?” James shrugs, “Some of the kids I play with….they’ve told me that they have a mommy and daddy and there couldn’t be anyone else……”

Harry shakes his head, “The world isn’t as black and white as that Jamie. Just…just because Ginny was here doesn’t mean that Papa is leaving. He would tear the world apart before he left you and your brothers. Were married, remember? I love your Papa with all my heart and no one will take him from us. Don’t you love your Papa?” Jamie nods his head hard, “I love Papa, and Scorpius and Al…..I….I don’t want anyone to leave.”

Harry hugs hum tighter, “No one is leaving sweetheart. We are a family and no one will separate us, okay? Don’t ever think that.” He can feel the little boy relax in his arms. Harry can’t imagine what his baby boy is going through. He wishes he could take the fear away but all he can do is offer reassurance.

After a long silence James asks, “Dad…..why….why don’t we all have the same last name?” This question catches him off guard.

“What?”

James snuggles closer, “My friends, they all have the same last name as their brothers or sisters and parents. But….But we all have different ones.”

When they had first gotten married Draco and Harry had talked about changing the names of all three boys to match their own. But when Harry had inquired about it at the Ministry he was told that, even though he had full custody of the children, the Wizengamot would demand that the mother sign over permission on that, seeing that the kids weren’t legally Draco’s.

He had seen the pain in Draco’s face at that. He offered to simply change Scorpius’ name to Potter. He said he would have to keep Malfoy because of his assists and estates, but he wanted Scorp to have his name. But Harry saw the sadness in his eyes; the fact that he couldn’t just add Malfoy to James and Al’s name. Harry refused; if the boys couldn’t all have the same name they wouldn’t change a thing. So they simply changed theirs. It had been a task, seeing as the wizarding world still couldn’t completely wrap its head around the fact that their savior was marrying a Malfoy.

They were now Harry and Draco Potter-Malfoy.

Harry honestly didn’t think that the kids would notice, but he forgets how smart all three of them are. He hugs James a little tighter; unsure of how to explain it.

“Well……your Papa and I have the same because we’re married…but….but you and your brothers are a little bit more……complicated.”

It was hard explaining this to an 11 year old. James doesn’t say anything; just waiting for Harry to go on. He says, “You and Al….while you have me and Papa….well the law….you see….you’re not legally Draco’s.”

James pulls back a bit and looks at him confused, “Legally? What does that mean?” Harry sighs, “You know how Auntie ‘Mione told you that the law is rules we have to follow?” James nods and Harry keeps going, “Well there is a rule that says…..we need……permission from……your….from Ginny so you could have the same last name as your Papa, because….well in the eyes of…..of the people who uphold the rules, you don’t…really belong to your Papa.”

James looks at him with a terrified expression, “But…but you said….Papa wouldn’t leave.” Harry quickly shakes his head, “He won’t. Sorry sweetheart it’s hard to explain but according to the rules you don’t legally belong to your Papa like you belong to me. It’s just a piece of paper, but it doesn’t mean Papa is going anywhere. Just because we don’t have the same last name doesn’t mean anything will change. Does that make sense?”

Harry doesn’t think it does; this was a confusing conversation. But after a minute James nods and says, “I can still love Papa and Scorpius. Nothing has to change?” Harry sighs in relief, “Yes that is exactly right. Your Papa will always be your Papa just like I will always be your Daddy, okay?” James nods and leans back into him.

They snuggle for a few minutes but then Harry tells James Uncle Ron is making pancakes and the boy runs out so fast, you’d think a troll was on his tail.

+++

Hermione was not as accepting as Harry had been with Ron’s revelation. The Potter-Malfoy household was currently filled to the brim with the Granger-Weasley hoard. The boys were so excited to have their cousins over though. Rosie, being only five, loved following Scorpius around. He adored her so much that he offered to let her sleep on his bed and he would sleep with Al. James was currently sleeping in Harry and Draco’s room, annoyed that he had to share but happy to have his Auntie and cousins there. Hermione and Hugo were currently using Jamie’s room.

Harry rubbed his side as he could already feel a bruise forming. He says, “Merlin you would think James has fire ants in his pants with how much he moves.” Draco nods as he rubs his thigh, “And it doesn’t matter how much we extend the bed. He always manages to hits us.”

Harry pouts, “I don’t know why he can’t just sleep on the bloody bed you transfigured for him.”

Draco chuckles, “He threw a tantrum, remember? Claiming it was cruel to make him sleep on something so uncomfortable.” Harry groans, “I am sleeping on the couch tonight. He is all yours.”

Now Draco pouts, “But….but I can’t sleep when you’re not in bed with me.” Harry groans as Draco turns huge doe eyes on him. “Draco, love, that isn’t fair. Let me sleep on the couch so I can actually rest.” His pitiful expression seems to go up a notch and Harry knows he won’t be sleeping on the couch.

Sneaky Slytherin bastard doesn’t want to suffer alone with James and he knows just how to play his husband.  

Before he can say anything, Hermione walks in with Hugo on her hip. The child gurgles happily and makes grabby hands at Draco. The blonde absolutely melts and grabs him from his mother. Hermione chuckles, “I swear he loves you more than me.”

Draco nuzzles Hugo’s hair, “He has amazing taste, ‘Mione. He knows where he will get the best cuddles. Isn’t that right my handsome boy? Thank goodness you took after your mother.” With that Draco leaves the kitchen with a happily squealing baby in his arms.

Harry’s smile turns into a questioning frown as he turns to his best friend. He asks, “Have you talked to him?” Hermione’s own smile falls as she scowls, “No, but I am taking the kids to him today. I am going into the office, and today is his day off. Rosie misses him and was crying yesterday.” He can see her own sadness in her eyes. Rosie isn’t the only one missing Ron.

He sighs, “It’s been four days ‘Mione. You can’t keep punishing him like this for deciding to forgive his sister.” Her hands clench, “She is a rotten woman and I don’t want my kids to have anything to do with her.” Harry goes to sit next to her and places a hand on top of hers.

“Hermione be reasonable. I know you hate Ginny; I’m not telling you to forgive her, but stop tormenting Ron. I can see how much this separation is hurting you, too. You miss your husband.” She leans her head on his shoulder. She doesn’t correct him; her way of admitting he is right.

She says, “How can you be so understanding about this, Harry? You, out of all of us, should be the most bothered by her coming back like this.”

Now he sighs, “I won’t say it doesn’t bother me, because it does. But she is their family Hermione; Molly and Arthur are her parents, Ron is her brother. You know how big I am about family. I’m not willing to hate the Weasley’s just because I dislike her. I know it will be harder for you, because I know Ron is going to want Ginny to know her niece and nephew.” She scowls at this and grips his hand.

He continues, “But they are his kids as well. I know you’ll forgive him; this isn’t enough to break you two. But don’t make yourself more miserable than you already are. I know you’re having a hard time sleeping. So please, just talk to him and hear him out.” She shakes her head; he knows how stubborn she can be. He has said his piece and you won’t tell her again. That will only irritate her more.

But he does notice that when she returns from her home that night with the kids in tow, it is much later than he expected.

He and Draco are cuddled against the sofa a few nights later; everyone sleeping. Harry places a kiss on Draco’s temple and sighs, “I miss holding you at night, love.” His husband lets out a distressed sigh, “Hermione needs to forgive Ronald already. It’s been seven days Harry. Seven days of having Jamie’s foot in my back and you on the other side of the damn bed. I love my son dearly but I might just hex him if he knees me in the crotch again.”

Harry chuckles, “He had his elbow in my eye this morning. I’ll be blind by the end of the month if he stays in there any longer.”

Draco huffs into his chest, “And Merlin knows we haven’t been able to have sex. Yes, Hermione needs to go back home because it is a crime to have the sexiest wizard in the world in my bed and not be able to take advantage of him.”

Harry smirks, “Sexiest in the world huh?”

Draco pinches his stomach, “Don’t get a big head there Potter. It would be uncouth to have less than the best in my bed.” Harry laughs and tilts Draco’s chin up. Their lips connect and Harry lets out a happy sigh. Draco sucks his bottom lip in and nibbles lightly. Harry slips his hand in his hair and tilts his head. Their lips push against each other in the most delicious way. They snog on the couch like a couple of teenagers for what feels like hours.

Harry pulls away first, panting lightly as a shiver runs through him. His favorite grey eyes flutter open and his cock twitches; Draco’s lips are beautifully swollen and his gaze is hungry. Harry’s hand tightens in his hair. Draco lets out a small moan and says, “Where can we go? I need you now Harry.”

Again his cock twitches at his husbands words. Harry groans, “There’s nowhere to go love. We will just have to be quick.” Draco gives him a confused gaze but Harry doesn’t waste time explaining. He is on his knees in seconds as Draco stays seated on the couch. He only tugs his pants and underwear down to expose that beautiful pink cock and the perfect swell of his balls.

No time to waste, he swallows Draco to the root; relaxing his throat so he can take him all the way back. Draco slaps a hand over his mouth and lets out a muffled shout. Harry doesn’t move his head right away. Instead he contracts his throat so he tightens around the shaft. He moves one hand to cradle his husband’s sac and rolls them around between long thick fingers.

“Fuck, Harry……Oh Merlin your mouth,” Draco’s voice is so deliciously wrecked that it makes Harry’s cock twitch again. He groans and the vibrations have Draco’s hand gripping those black curls he loves. Harry pulls back, dragging his tongue along that long shaft. He reaches the tip and runs it along the ridge. He can feel Draco’s thighs trembling and the grip in his hair tightens. Harry gazes up and sees that Draco’s head is thrown back; a hand still covering his mouth. Harry wishes he could hear him. He loves just how loud and passionate Draco is.

But they didn’t have time for that. There was no silencing spells up and anyone could walk into the living room and catch them. Harry wraps his lips around the head and suckles it. But fuck, Draco is delicious. He could swallow his juices forever and die a happy wizard.

He can feel him leaking and the thought thrills him. He digs his tongue roughly into his slit and scoops the sweet nectar that is Draco Potter-Malfoy. The blonde hisses and thrusts his hips up, asking for more without actually using words.

Harry doesn’t deny him. He pulls back and says, “Fuck my throat baby. Stuff my mouth with that gorgeous prick and make sure I can’t talk tomorrow.”

“Merlin, Harry!” He doesn’t hesitate. He grips his head and slams it down so Harry’s nose hits his pubic bone. Draco does as he is told and fucks Harry’s face with no remorse. Harry lowers his pants and begins to stroke himself to the rhythm of Draco’s thrust. His husband alternates between ramming his cock in and moving Harry’s face.

Spit dribbles from the corners of Harry’s mouth and he sees stars when Draco slams home and holds him there. Harry swallows around him and he can feel the muscles in his throat protesting. Just when he feels like he is going to pass out Draco pulls his head away. Harry gasps for a quick breath but then Draco is thrusting back into him.

Harry spills himself all over the bottom of the couch; his spunk shooting out of him like it’s trying to embed itself into the fabric. Draco shoves into his mouth one more time and then he is shooting down his throat. Harry takes it in greedily; not daring to spill a single drop.

Draco’s cock gives one more pitiful spurt and then he is pulling out. Harry is trying to catch his breath as he lays his head against Draco’s thigh. Said blonde currently has his head tilted back, an arm covering his eyes, and is panting like he ran a marathon.

Harry gives a throaty chuckle and Draco’s cock gives a feeble twitch. Harry says, “Fuck Draco, I’m going to have to say I caught a cold and my voice went away.” His throat throbs painfully and Harry absolutely loves it.

Draco lets out a mumble that doesn’t even sound like words. Harry looks up at him but Draco’s earlier position hasn’t moved. He kisses his thigh, “Did I suck the vocabulary out of your brains?” The other man chuckles and after a few minutes he says, “I think you sucked my soul out through my cock. Merlin Harry I’ve never been with anyone who gives head as well as you do. How did I get so lucky?” Draco tugs on his hair and drags him into his lap.

Harry is bulkier than Draco so sitting here is a bit of a challenge. But Draco says he loves the way Harry feels pressed against him; loves the feeling of having the strongest wizard known to man cradled in his arms.    

He captures Harry on a sweet kiss and groans as he tastes himself on his tongue. “Despite having the best blowjob of my life, I want you in my ass.”

Now Harry groans, “I know love. But we can’t; this was risky as it was. The kids could have come down.” Harry snuggles into his husband, tucking his head under his chin somehow. Draco sighs and kisses his forehead, “I know…..I just…..I just miss you.”

They lay there for about an hour, not saying anything, but enjoying this peaceful moment they have together. Harry knows what he means. Yes they see and talk to each other every day but they haven’t been alone in what feels like ages.

With James in their bed, those nights of being together, alone, has been put on hold. It’s only been a few days, but Harry is also feeling it.

He needs to get Ron and Hermione talking again.

+++

It’s five months later when Harry gets a surprise he didn’t see coming.

It’s the end of November and he is putting up the Christmas lights with Al and Scorpius when Draco comes out bundled in his winter coat. He crosses his arms, “I don’t understand why you can’t just put it up with magic Harry. It’s freezing out here.”

Harry opens his mouth but Al beats him to it, “But it’s more fun this way Papa! And we get to spend more time together!” Draco smiles at his son and so does Harry.

Draco walks over to Al and Scorp to help them hang the next set. He says, “I know, you’re right. And I know how much you dad enjoys this as well.” He looks over at Harry and gives him a tender smile. His heart gallops in his chest. He will never tire of seeing that smile.

On their first Christmas as a couple, Harry had told Draco why he loved putting the decorations up by hand.

“When I was little I was never able to enjoy it. The Dursley’s would decorate as a family and lock me in the cupboard. It wasn’t until they were all tired of it that they would let me come out and demand I finish it alone. I…..it took me a long time to be able to enjoy putting up the decorations. It wasn’t until I met the Weasley’s. So I vowed when I had kids I would make sure they would love it.”

Ever since then Draco made sure to put the Christmas boxes outside while Harry got the boys ready.

Two hours later and they are finished. Draco casts a quick tempus and says, “Molly and Arthur should be here in about an hour. I made sure to get out Molly’s favorite pots and pans.” Al grins, “Grammy is cooking?”

Harry levitates the boxes as they all go inside, “Of course. It’s Sunday dinner after all.” They send the boys upstairs to shower. Draco and Harry head to the basement to put the boxes away.

Harry asks, “Do you think Molly is getting tired of having dinner here?” Draco scoffs, “She would smack you upside the head if she heard you.”

Harry knows he is right. He says, “I know…but I can’t help feeling guilty. Sunday was always dinner at the Burrow. I feel….I just feel like this is an inconvenience.” Draco stacks the last box and then wraps his arms around Harry. He gives him a peck and says, “I know…but Molly understands Harry. And she isn’t going to stop seeing her grandchildren or you.”

Harry nods and leans his forehead against Draco’s. He knows he’s right.

A few days after Ginny’s arrival, Molly had come over to Harry’s a bit frantic. Much like her son she was torn over the fact that her only daughter had returned. It took Harry about an hour before he convinced her that he wasn’t going to forbid her from seeing James and Al. He had been a little insulted over the fact to be honest.

She cried and Harry had hugged her until her shaking stopped. It had been such an emotional day. But once he calmed her down he said his piece. “Molly, I love you and the boys and I aren’t going anywhere. But….but I need you to understand that James and Al want nothing to do with her. And I am not going to force them. And I don’t want her to have anything to do with Draco and Scorpius. She crossed a line coming here and insulting my husband and son.”

Molly’s lips quivered, “But Harry……she’s their-” Harry shakes his head and cuts her off, “No Molly. Just because she gave birth to them does not mean she is their mother. She left them because she is selfish and I am sorry if that hurts you but it is true. I am not going to allow her to keep hurting my children. If they don’t want to see or talk to her then that is how it will be. I want you to know that you and Arthur are welcome here as are your sons, but we will not be going to the Burrow while Ginny is there. If she is back for good then we won’t go over until she has settled elsewhere. I talked to my family and they are in agreement. She isn’t welcome here and she does not have my permission to see the boys. I’ll remind you that I have 100% custody over James and Al. If I say she can’t see them, she legally can’t come near them. This is our decision, the five of us, and I ask that you respect that.”

It had hurt him so much to say all of this to Molly, the mother that he never looked for but somehow got. It broke his heart to see her face fall at his words; to see the unhappy lines of her mouth. But Molly was reasonable so she had nodded and she had announced that dinner would be held in Godric’s Hollow. He had told her she didn’t have to do that. He didn’t want her to exclude Ginny from it. But Molly hadn’t budged. She had said, “Ginny wanted to get away from us for some reason. She abandoned us too Harry. I don’t want her to feel excluded but actions have consequences. I’ll hear no more, I will let the boys know that dinner will be here for the foreseeable future.”

And that’s how it had been for the last few months.

George and Bill had both understood Harry’s decision. Charlie was another factor he had to deal with. He had seemed hurt that the family was so willing to leave Ginny behind. But Harry had stood firm when he had come stomping in one night when he had been visiting from Romania.

“How can you not let her see them Harry? She came back, she returned for them!” A few years ago, his words would have caused some doubt in his mind. But that was no longer the case. He told him, “If she did come back for them that’s her choice. But both Albus and James made their choices clear. They don’t want to see her Charlie. And I am not going to force them.”

His face had turned red as he said, “Does it even bother you that this is killing her? That it’s breaking her heart to see her children and the man she loves with Draco Malfoy?” Harry’s hands had clenched in anger. “Do you have a problem with Draco, Charlie? Does that mean you have an issue with my son as well?” His blood had been boiling.

He saw how Charlie had flinched at the mention of Scorpius. He loved him just as much as Al and James. He saw how he deflated a bit. Charlie had said, “You know I have nothing against them Harry. I care about them both. But just think about how she feels. She returned with the hope that you would get back together and she could have her family. I know that she shouldn’t have expected that, but she did. And now not only does she see that she has no chance to get you back, but the whole family is shunning her.”

Harry crossed his arms, “That’s her own fault for thinking I would just sit around waiting for her to get her shit together and that I would paint her in a pretty light to James and Al. She didn’t take into consideration how the boys would feel. How do you think this is affecting them Charlie? That the mother who abandon them, and didn’t even reach out to them, just comes back and expects to integrate herself back into their lives like nothing? Do you know what James asked me? He asked me if Draco had to leave because Ginny was back. You should have seen the anguish that caused him. And I didn’t ask your family to ignore her. I told them that I just wouldn’t be at the Burrow but they were welcome to come and see us here. This isn’t easy for me either Charlie. But I am doing what is best for my family. And you aren’t going to change my mind.”

Charlie hadn’t been to dinner on Sundays when he was visiting. Choosing to stay at the Burrow, but he did come and see them. Harry could always feel his gaze on him but never said anything about Ginny again.       

Harry’s mind comes back to the present when he feels Draco’s lips on his forehead. His husband says, “I know you feel guilty Harry, but this is what is best for the boys. And for your own sanity; I know how angry you get at the thought of that wretched woman and I don’t want you in distress. Besides I will probably end up in Azkaban for attacking her; the sheer thought of her coming back to England just to take you back is enough to make my wand hand twitch.”

Harry chuckles and says, “You have nothing to worry about my love. Ginny Weasley will never hold a candle to you. I would have to be a bloody idiot to ever look elsewhere.” He captures those soft petal-like lips with his own; taking the time to map every inch of Draco’s mouth with his tongue.

The blonde whines into him and presses closer. He nips Harry’s bottom lip and the runs his own tongue against it, making Harry groan softly.

Draco pulls back after giving him a final peck. He says, “As much as I would love to continue, we have guests coming over. If we don’t stop now I don’t think I will be able to control myself. There isn’t enough time for everything I want to do to you.”

Now Harry whines and presses his nose against Draco’s neck. After a few minutes of just holding each other, they head upstairs. They are about to enter the living room when they hear voices. “I told you not to follow me! You need to respect Harry’s wishes Ginny.”

Harry freezes and so does Draco. His ex’s voice hits his ears, “Mom I need to see him. Harry isn’t being fair. I want to talk to him and I want to see my children.”

He can hear the way Molly’s voice cracks. It’s pained but also firm, “Ginny you made your choice all those years ago. I can’t fault Harry for the way he is treating you. You caused this damage to yourself. Beside it isn’t just Harry who doesn’t want you here. The kids don’t want to see you and Draco has made it abundantly clear he wants you nowhere near his husband.”

Ginny scoffs, “How can you side with Malfoy? Harry is mine and so are the boys. That damn Slytherin and his son have no place here and the sooner you all see that the better.”

Harry’s anger at Ginny increases like fire; his heart begins to race and the blood in his veins turns to lava. He stomps into the living room. He can feel Draco’s finger brush his arm but doesn’t stop him. He walks in to see Molly giving her daughter a hurt and frustrated look.

Ginny sees Harry first and her eyes flash with longing. But the murderous look on his face makes her pale. Molly whirls to face him and her eyes water, “Harry, I am so sorry. She…..she followed me through the Floo. I didn’t…I didn’t mean to…..” Her voice trails off and Harry’s anger doubles at Ginny. Can’t she see how much she is hurting her mother?

Harry turns to face Ginny. “I told you to keep my husband and son out of your mouth Ginny. You are not welcome here. How dare you insult Draco in his own home? He has more of a right to be here then you ever will. James, Albus, and I do not belong to you; and we never will. We belong to him and Scorpius. I am not going to tolerate your behavior. You’re trespassing, so you have two minutes to leave before I call the Auror’s. Get the hell out of here.”

He can see her eyes flash in anger, “How can you be with him Harry? He’s a Death Eater, and he made you miserable. You two hated each other and never got along! How can you be with Malfoy when I love you?”

Molly lets out a sob and Harry can hear Draco directing her out of there. He is very surprised his husband hasn’t said or done anything to Ginny.

Harry scowls at her, “He is my husband and the love of my life, Ginny. His past does not define him, just like mine doesn’t either. We have forgiven each other and we are building a life together. You will not insult him; I am not above hexing you at this point.” His voice comes out in a growl and Ginny flinches but she doesn’t lose the anger in her eyes. She steps closer and Harry fights not to step back. He doesn’t want her near him.

She says, “Harry I am so sorry. I should have never left; I was young and stupid and still trying to move on from the war. I didn’t know how to work on myself while taking care of two kids. I know I am a selfish person; and I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But please Harry, please let me back into your life and the life of our children. Let us be a family; I love you so much.”

She grabs his wrist and pulls him towards her. Harry pulls back but her grip tightens. He says, “I was young too. I was just as fucked up as you were; probably worse seeing as I was constantly tortured and I died twice. But I didn’t run away! I didn’t leave my kids like they were nothing! It’s too late for us to be a family, Ginny. I don’t love you and I am a married man; and the kids don’t want to see you.”

Her tears begin to fall but her eyes don’t seem sad. She looks angry still. She says, “You belong with me Harry. I am the one who gave you those kids. My blood runs in their veins. Malfoy can never give you that; he can’t give you shit.” Her voice comes out desperate and annoyed. Harry bares his teeth at her, “He gave me his heart and a beautiful son. He is the father of my children. He was here when you weren’t. He watched Albus ride his first bike; he bought James his first broom. He was there when Scorpius gave me his heart and called me daddy. He picked up the pieces of my broken heart and put them back together! He gave me everything when I felt like I was nothing! Now he is my world along with our children! He can give me everything you never could for the rest of my life!”

He is panting by the time he is done; his anger reaching well beyond his control. He can feel the walls rattle as his magic leaks out of him.

Ginny isn’t giving up. She places a hand on his chest and says, “He can never make you feel like I did.” Without warning she slams her lips to him. Harry can feel bile rising in his throat. His magic wraps around him and Ginny yelps but she doesn’t move. He pushes her off of him but she grips him harder. He is about to fling her off of him with his magic; he doesn’t want to put his hands on her a second time.

But then she howls in pain and she is flung off of him. She lands a few feet away in a heap on the floor. Harry looks around and sees Draco standing there. His face is masked with fury and surprise. He looks away from Ginny to Harry and says, “That wasn’t me.” Both of them turn to the right to see both Scorpius and Albus standing there with their practices wands outstretched in front of them; Harry and Draco had bought them a couple of years ago so they could practice controlling their magic.

Both boys wear the exact same look of anger and disgust.

Harry lifts a brow but before he can say anything, Scorpius speaks up. He says, “Don’t touch our dad!” Albus scowls at her, “Only Papa can kiss him! Get out!”

Ginny’s eyes widen as she looks at Albus. This is the first time she is seeing him. He can see her eyes soften as they take him in. She gives him a small smile as she sits up. She says, “You….you look just like your father.”

Al was the exact replica of Harry; same messy black hair and striking green eyes. The only thing he didn’t inherit from him was his horrible eye sight. Ginny stands up and moves towards Albus. She says, “Albus….oh my sweet baby boy.”

Albus looks at her with so much hate in his eyes. Albus runs to Draco and wraps around him; Scorpius does the same to Harry.

Al speaks to Ginny, “I am not your baby boy. I don’t even know you!” His voice is hard. Harry can feel Scorpius shaking in anger. He runs his finger through his hair, trying to calm him down.

Ginny doesn’t move towards Al but she reaches her hand out. She says, “Al….Albus I am your mother. I….I love you so much son.”

Albus clings to Draco tighter as he throws her a glare. He says, “I am not your son. I don’t have a mom; I have my brothers, Papa, and dad. I don’t know you and I don’t want to!” With that he turns his face into Draco’s stomach and his little shoulders shake. Harry turns to Ginny and he can see the pain ripple through her.

He says, “You need to leave Ginny. Albus has made it clear he doesn’t want to see you. Go now before I have to remove you myself.”

She looks at Albus a little longer but then a sob escapes her and she is rushing to the Floo. They stand there for a moment. The tension in the room is palpable. Harry looks over at Draco who is speaking to Albus, trying to calm him down.

He feels Scorpius squeeze his arms tighter. Harry sighs, “Are you alright Scorp?” He shakes his head, “I hate her. She is trying to take you away from Papa.” His voice shakes and Harry hears Albus growl. Harry gives a small smile, “No one can take me from Papa. Ginny….she isn’t in the right place. I am sorry you both had to see that.”

Albus locks eyes with Harry and he can see how much anger he holds in them. He says, “Dad……I don’t want her here again. I……I don’t need or want to see her. Please…keep her away from me.”

Harry simply nods. Even though he is much too big, Harry bends down and picks up Scorpius. His son clings to him and Harry walks to Al. He places a hand on his head.

“Whatever you say Al. She won’t come near you.”

Albus curls his hand against Harry’s and says, “And I don’t want her near you. Stay away from her dad.” Draco growls, “I second that. Bloody bint, how dare she kiss you? I have half a mind to go to the Burrow and spell away her damn hair.”

Harry can see the anger and jealousy in his husbands face. He puts Scorp down and says to both boys, “Why don’t you guys go help Grammy and make sure she is alright. I need to talk to Papa.” Both of them nod and run off to the kitchen. Draco crosses his arms and lets out a huff. Harry goes to embrace him but Draco steps back. Harry frowns, “Love, I’m sorry. I….I didn’t know she was going to kiss me.”

Draco doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t look at him. Harry steps closer but again, he steps back. Hurt flashes over him. Harry says, “Draco…..please….talk to me.”

Draco shakes his head and disappears. Harry flinches at the noise of his disapparation. Panic laces his heart and he quickly runs to their room. The door is unlocked and he can see Draco sitting on the bed; head in his hands.

Harry slowly makes his way to him.

After a few tense moment Draco asks, “Harry….do….do you ever miss her?” Shock hits him square in the chest. He kneels in front of him and takes both of his hands. “Draco, why would you even think that? Of course I bloody don’t miss her. She is the last person I want to see right now! Baby….please don’t ever think I want to be with Ginny Weasley. I……I am yours in this world and the next. I love you Draco…please don’t ever doubt that.”

He can hear him release a shaky breath and he squeeze’s Harry’s hands. Finally he says, “I know……I’m being stupid it’s just….watching her kiss you….it reminded me that she had you first….she gave you Al and James…..I…..she was your first love.”

His voice is so small that it pulls at Harry’s heart strings. He presses a kiss to his forehead and wraps him in a hug. He speaks into Draco’s hair as he says, “Yes she was my first love……and she gave me the greatest gift ever. But Draco…you’ve given me so much. You are the only person I want to love for the rest of my life. You’ve given me Scorpius and you give me peace of mind. I found a man that loves me and all the baggage I carry. And that include my kids.”

Draco scoffs but wraps his arms around Harry. He says, “Don’t talk about my children that way.” Harry chuckles and holds him tighter.

Draco whispers, “I love you so much Harry…..I didn’t think I would be able to find this. Someone who could accept me and Scorpius. Someone who would know and understand my past and still love me.” Draco pulls back and locks his gaze with Harry.

Draco continues, “You’re my world and I don’t know what I would do without you. You keep saying I am the love of your life, but you’re mine as well. I don’t want to remember a time when I didn’t love you.” Harry stares at his husband speechless for a second. While Draco was very affectionate physically, he was hardly ever this transparent with his words.

Harry can feel his heart pick up speed. Without saying anything he brings his lips to Draco’s. He opens up to Harry and he caresses the inside of his husband’s mouth with loving strokes. Draco’s hands grip Harry’s nape as he licks and sucks on his mouth. They kiss for a few minutes; Draco grinding lightly against Harry.

Harry flicks he wrist and the door closes and locks softly. Draco pulls back, panting lightly. His eyes are glazed over as he says, “Baby, we don’t have time. Molly and the boys…..” Harry latches on to his neck; nibbling and licking the soft skin there. Draco  mewls at a particularly hard suck. With another flick of his wrist, Harry puts up a silencing charm and a small Confundus Charm. Draco moans loud and thrusts into Harry harder.

He pants out, “Fuck, you know what it does to me when you show off like that.” Harry smirks but doesn’t respond. Instead he fumbles with Draco’s pants. The buttons get stuck and he growls in annoyance.

He yanks with two hands and rips the trousers as if they were paper.

Draco surprises him by moaning instead of yelling at him. “Harry…….Oh Merlin, why are you so bloody strong?” Draco’s cock twitches at the show of force his husband is showing. Harry trails his lips up to Draco’s ear, “I am going to fuck you standing up, Draco. I am going to wrap those sexy legs around my waist and shove my cock up your ass while I hold you. I will fuck you until you can’t walk.”   

He throws his head back as Harry’s words cause his nipples to harden instantly. Fuck, Harry had such a dirty mouth on him.

Harry is still kneeling while Draco is sitting on the bed. Without hesitation, Harry tosses Draco until he lands on his stomach with his legs still hanging off the bed. He lets out a small sound at the impact. He quickly removes his torn trousers and pants; leaving Draco naked from the waist down.

Taking his hands, Harry grabs those plump globes and parts the cheeks. His mouth waters at the sight of Draco’s twitching pink hole. He doesn’t dwindle; Harry wraps his lips around the rim and gives a hearty suck.

Draco almost screams as he feels Harry eat him out. Harry alternates between hard sucks, heavy licks, and tongue penetration. Fuck, he loves how Draco tastes. He could eat him out for hours and still not be satisfied.

Draco can’t stop his voice from coming out. He curses, moans, screams Harry’s name; but his husband doesn’t stop.

Draco moves his hand back and grabs him by the hair. He tries pulling him away from his throbbing rim.

He almost sobs, “Harry….love please….please I need your cock…….fuck me baby, I need you!” His voice comes out whiney but he doesn’t care.

He can feel Harry smirk and pull back. He says, “Oh, I will. But first you’re going to come on my tongue. I want to feel your hole spasm along my mouth.” He dives back in and shows no mercy. Draco pants and shouts until his throat cramps up; his body coils as he feels the wisps of orgasm surrounding him. His hips move along Harry’s face as he rides him, while he continues to swirl and poke his tongue into that tight pink hole.

Harry begins to stroke Draco’s cock from behind and that does it. Draco throws his head back and almost howls as his orgasm rips through him. His entire body slumps and shakes in aftershock. But he doesn’t get to lounge in the afterglow of that mind blowing climax.

No, instead his lax body is picked up and Harry gives no warning as he slams into him. Draco cries out his name as his dick twitches again, a dribble of come escaping. Harry keeps his hands under his thighs, keeping him open as he continues to ram into his swollen asshole. Draco tosses his head on Harry’s shoulder; one arm wrapping around his husbands neck, the other latching on to a hip.

Harry’s lips tickle his ear as he says, “You’re so tight like this, love. Merlin, open your eyes Draco. Look in the mirror and see how you swallow my cock.”

Draco does as he is told and whines at the image he sees. The full length mirror gives him the perfect view as Harry fucks him. He can see the way his rim stretches to take in the thickness that is all Harry. His nails dig into his lover’s hip as he watches his cock fatten up and another spurt of come leak from the tip.

Harry keeps talking, “Look at your tip, baby. Fuck I want to suck all that come and swallow it. Such a shame it’s going to waste, but I wouldn’t give your ass up for the world right now.” He adjusts his hips and on the next thrust it rams into Draco’s prostate. The blonde lets out a blood curdling scream in pleasure as Harry begins to abuse that spot. Draco is pretty sure he is panting out Harry’s name like a bloody prayer but he can’t stop.

His thighs are quivering and his throat is raw as his love possesses every inch of him. He throws his head back, as his toes curl, and with one last final thrust from Harry, Draco comes all over himself; completely untouched. Harry stills after two more thrusts and then he is exploding inside of Draco.

Harry’s thighs burn in the most delicious way as Draco clenches around him; making Harry release a happy pained noise. After catching his breath, he slowly lowers a trembling Draco to the bed. He plops like a doll which causes Harry to chuckle.

But then he moans as he pulls out and watches his seed leak from Draco’s abused ass. The rim is puffy and red; and the sight makes his cock give a feeble attempt at hardening. He has the urge to plug his hole. He wants Draco to walk around with his come in him while they eat dinner. Wants the satisfaction of knowing that Draco is carrying him inside.

He does just that. He summons one of their favorite butt plugs. Draco lets out a surprised yelp when Harry slowly works it into him.

“Harry, what are you doing?” He gives his behind a loving kiss and caress once the plug is snug. He gives a final nip and pulls back. He says, “I want my come to stay inside you. And then when everyone is asleep, I plan on bringing you back here and making love to you until the sun comes up.”

Draco lets out a tired chuckle, “You kinky bastard. You are going to be the death of me! How am I meant to have dinner with our family with your spunk up my ass?”

Harry arranges them on the bed so Draco is tucked under his chin. He kisses his forehead and responds, “If it makes you feel any better I will probably need to cast a concealment spell on my prick because I will be hard the entire time thinking about it.”  

Draco gives a happy whine and peppers Harry’s neck with tiny kisses. Bringing down the silencing spell, both men hear happy squeals coming from the kitchen. Draco gives a sigh and Harry cards his fingers through his hair.

After a few moments of silence, Harry says, “I don’t ever want you to think she will take me from you Draco. You are my home and my family is the most important thing to me. I will never walk away from this…..never walk away from you.”

Draco nods against his chest and snuggles closer. He knows Harry is right. This man has never given him any reason to doubt. “I love you Harry. And if that bloody bitch ever kisses you again, I will wind up in Azkaban for murder.”

Harry chuckles, “I love you, my dragon.” That night Harry send the boys to Hermione’s and shows Draco just how much he loves him. In the morning Draco was walking around with a heavy limp.

Two weeks later and they are walking through the door, Harry lugging in Jamie’s trunk while all three boys run upstairs. Scorpius had missed his older brother something fierce; out of him and Al, Scorp was having the hardest time with James going to Hogwarts.

He cried when they had gone to drop him off at the beginning of the school year.

Al had taken his brother in a hug and said, “Don’t worry Scorp, next year we will all be going together.”

Harry had always been amazed at how much his kids loved each other. He had heard stories of siblings drifting apart once they got older. He thought Jamie would want to get away from his younger brothers. It had caused worry in Harry’s heart. But he had been worried for nothing.

When they had gone to pick up his eldest, Scorp bouncing on his toes to catch sight of Jamie, Harry had been delighted to see James run over to them and slam into both Scorpius and Albus.

Now Harry levitates the trunk to Jamie’s room, noticing that the boys seem to be in Al and Scorp’s room right now.

Christmas is only a few days away and Harry is a bit nervous about Draco’s gift. He hadn’t talked to his husband about it, and while Harry knows it is something they need….well he isn’t sure if Draco would agree.

He heads back to the kitchen where he finds Draco making lunch for the boys. Harry walks up behind him and rests his chin on his shoulder. Draco says, “Albus wants to go see the Christmas lights in Diagon Alley tonight. Would you like to come along?”

Harry frowns, “I would love to go, but I promised Bill I would stop by the cottage to look over some documents on the property he is going to be using.” Draco chuckles, “That’s what you get for investing in him. Tell me, are you going to drop gallons on the entire Weasley clan?”

Harry pecks his neck and says, “It’s not my fault that they have an amazing sense for business. And it’s not the whole family. Just George and Bill.”

Draco finishes with the sandwiches he is making and turns in Harry’s arms. Draco runs his fingers along Harry’s lip and quirks a brow. “Did you or did you not help Charlie open up a new magical creature sanctuary at the beginning of the year?”

Harry gives him a sheepish smile, “To be fair all I did was loan him money which he already paid me back. Bill and George are the only ones with whom I am an actual investor.”

Draco shakes his head, “Speaking of Charlie….have you talked to him?”

Harry sighs and drops his head on Draco’s shoulder. He says, “No, and he hasn’t sent anything after that original one. I…..I don’t think the boys will see him this Christmas.” Harry almost whimpers at the thought. A few days after Ginny had broken into his home, Harry had received a howler from Charlie. Apparently Ginny had gone to Romania that night; crying and distraught over the fact that Al wanted nothing to do with her and that Harry was stealing her family away.

Charlie had said some nasty things that cut Harry more than he would care to admit. That night he had curled up in bed and refused to get up. He was man enough to admit he had shed a few tears at Charlie’s hateful tone.

Draco had been beside himself; he wanted to hurt Charlie for causing Harry more pain in the never ending Saga that was Ginny Weasley. But he also knew he needed to comfort Harry.

He let him wallow in self-pity for about 14 hours. After that he had made the boys get him out of bed and together they had gone out of the house. It took a few hours but soon Harry was all smiles and happy laughs.   

Harry hadn’t responded to the letter but he knew Draco had. He had told Charlie that he had no right to criticize Harry for the decisions he was making. He told him how much his words had cut Harry. And he didn’t hesitate to add that until he apologized, he was not welcome in their home or allowed to see the boys. Harry didn’t want him to say that but Draco made a good point. “If he is going to be talking shit about you and hating you, he has no business around our kids. He is being a complete ass to you and he shouldn’t be rewarded by being allowed to see them. He is in his right to side and protect his sister, but he doesn’t need to be nasty. Charlie made his bed, now he will lay in it.”

He had been firm and nothing Harry said was going to change his mind. They were Draco’s kids too, and if he said no, then that’s what it would be.

Charlie hadn’t been happy about it. Ron told them Charlie had tried to Floo into the Potter-Malfoy household but found himself blocked from it; he also said on his last visit he tried to apparate in but couldn’t get in. Harry told Ron how he and Draco had changed the wards after Charlie’s letter. It had been painful to tell the rest of the Weasley clan what happened. And he can see how much it had hurt Arthur and Molly, but they weren’t changing their mind.

Draco sighs and wraps his arms around Harry. He says, “They are stubborn, the lot of them, but Charlie will come around. I don’t know when, but he will. And the boys understand, no matter how much they dislike it. They don’t like the fact that he hurt you, love. And I won’t forgive him until he apologizes to you.”

He gives him a kiss on his temple and Harry melts into him. “I love you Draco.”

“I love you too, Harry. Are you heading to Bill’s now?” Harry pouts and nods, making the other man laugh. Draco levitates the food and begins to walk to the boys’ rooms. He says, “Sure leave me to deal with three growing boys all alone while you go have fun with Bill.”

Harry laughs and follows as he says, “I think Ron is going over too, so we’ll have a few beers. You know make a day of it.”

Harry yelps when he feels a stinging hex on his thigh. Draco says, “Oi you bloody prat, you are not meant to be on vacation. This is work and you will come home to make us dinner while we watch the lights.”

Harry says bye to the boys, all too busy playing a new muggle game James learned at school. Draco walks Harry to the Floo, giving him a kiss goodbye and saying, “But seriously if you finish early come meet up at Diagon. Al loves sitting on your shoulders when he gets tired.”

Harry nods and gives him one final peck before disappearing into the flames.

It’s the day of Christmas and Harry has been feeling antsy. All three boys have been going to Hermione’s a lot. And while this isn’t out of the norm, they’ve been staying over more often than not. Draco seems perplexed too. He had told Harry, “I don’t mind them being over at their house, but we only have James until the second week of January. I feel like we haven’t seen him.” Harry couldn’t help but agree.

He had told them once they couldn’t go but he had been shocked when all three of them had burst into tears. He had been so flustered he had sent them over anyway. It wasn’t until they had been gone for a few hours that Harry realized he caved. He and Draco had taken advantage of the solitude to spend time together. They had gone out on dates, snuggled in the living room to watch muggle films, and had sex all over the house. It had been wonderful but Harry was missing his kids.

So now he finds himself in a silent house on Christmas Day. Yesterday he and Draco had gone over to the Manor to spend the day with Narcissa. The boys had gone as well but they went straight to Hermione’s after lunch, saying they needed her help with something. Draco had scolded them, saying that this day belonged to their Mami. But Narcissa had simply laughed and said it was fine. She was coming over Christmas day anyway; something that had shocked Draco.

“But mother you normally spend the day at Father’s grave.” She had given him a small smile and said, “I…..I think it’s time for me to move on my dear. You’re father has been gone for many years now and I know he wouldn’t want me to spend the day at his grave. I…..I recently reconnected with my sister, Andromeda and that….that was something I desperately needed. And it made me realize it’s time I spend the day with my family.”

Draco had been surprised to hear that, but was so happy that she would be there. Harry was relieved to hear that as well. He always hated the fact that Narcissa would spend Christmas alone. He remembers one of the first fights he had with Draco was about how he left his mother alone on Christmas. It had been nasty. One that had left Draco in tears and Harry feeling like a scum and begging him for forgiveness after three days of the silent treatment. 

So currently Draco was with his mother, helping to bring over a breakfast fest the house elves had created. Draco and Harry had offered to do Christmas at the Manor but Narcissa insisted it be done at Godric’s Hollow. Andromeda was also going to be joining them. Harry hadn’t seen her in a few years. He had stayed in contact with her after the war, but she had moved away to the states. Claiming how hard it was to be here without her daughter and husband. They wrote each other on occasion but it was rare. She knew Harry had gotten married to Draco but she hadn’t come to the wedding. She had wished him all the happiness in the world but she didn’t know if Narcissa would be alright with seeing her.

But now it seemed that she would be moving back….and she would be staying at the manor.

The Weasley’s would be over in the evening to do dinner there. Hermione and Ron would be joining them for breakfast and then heading over to the Burrow for lunch. Ron had told Harry that Charlie and Ginny would be there; Hermione hadn’t wanted to go but she didn’t want to keep Ron from his family. While she was not as hostile with Ginny anymore, things were not okay. There was still a tension there that Harry didn’t think would ever go away. And now with Charlie, well Hermione didn’t have the best poker face.

But she endures it for her husband and kid’s sake.

 Harry startles when he hears the Floo roar to life. Soon he finds his kitchen flooded with food; Draco smacking his hand away from the assorted fruit platter. “Wait until everyone is here. Merlin Harry you are worse than the boys with their gifts.”

Harry grins and kisses him, “Merry Christmas love.”

Narcissa and Andromeda walk in, and then Harry is embracing them both. He is so excited to see Andromeda and they spend an hour completely immersed in conversation. Soon the Weasley-Granger clan waltz in and Christmas morning is bright and loud. Harry takes everything in and can’t help the swell of love and affection he feels.

After they all have their bellies full, Ron groaning and unbuckling his pants, they make their way to the living room. The tree is flooded with gifts and they begin.

They are coming up on the last bit of gifts, the only ones remaining are for the Weasley’s coming over for dinner. Harry is fidgeting in his seat; his eyes darting to the small gift hanging on the tree like a bauble. Draco had showered him with gifts, nothing new there. He had gifted him a lovely pair of gold encrusted cuff links, a new red and gold quill set that Harry had been eyeing for the last few months, a brand new snitch with his initials on it, a beautiful green cashmere sweeter with a pair of dark blue trousers, and two tickets to the Quidditch match against the Falcons and Harpies; apparently it was going to be a whole VIP experience, just the two of them, whatever that means. He also shocked Harry by saying he booked them an all-inclusive trip at some wizarding wine country thing that they would be leaving for once James heads to school. Hermione had grinned when she said part of her gift to them was taking Al and Scorp for their weeklong trip. Draco said it was to be a second honeymoon for them    

Harry was angry at himself because he had only gotten Draco a new pair of dress robes he had been asking for, and an engraved potions cauldron made of the most expensive material; along with some rare potion ingredients. Yes he had one more gift, but Harry still felt lacking. Hermione had looked over at Harry when she saw Draco’s pile. She knew how much Harry loved to spoil his husband and would sometimes go a little overboard when it came to gifts.

Harry was always more sentimental when it came to gift giving; so the fact that it was simply those three materialistic gifts was perplexing to her.

Draco grins, “Looks like that is everything. Who wants to go outside and play with Dad’s new snitch?” The children all crow in excitement while Ron mumbles, “I think I’ll sit this one out. I’ll be gossiping with the ladies because I can’t move.”

Harry says, “Wait, before we go I have one more gift for Draco.” All eyes turn to him and Draco lifts a brow, “What is it, love? There’s nothing left.”

 Harry goes and plucks the tiny box hanging from the tree. He walks to Draco and places it in his hand. He says, “Merry Christmas, Draco. I…..I hope you like it.”

Draco gives him a perplexed look and opens the box. Inside is a silver key; Draco pulls it out and sees Potter-Malfoy engraved on it. He looks back at Harry and asks, “A key? What is this for?”

He looks over to see his mother grinning and hears a gasp come from Hermione. He can hear Ron ask, “What?” Draco can see his husband’s fingers twitching; his eyes not meeting his, he is nervous. Harry clears his throat, “I….I’ve been thinking about this for some time now and……while I know we all love Godric’s Hollow….I think we need more space…and a place that…that we…belongs to just us……and I know we’ve joked about moving some place with more land…well I….you see…”

Draco’s eyes widen, “Harry…..what did you do?” He can see the other man gulp and take a deep breath. Harry doesn’t stutter, “I built us a house. I’m sorry I didn’t take your input, and once we move and there is anything you want to change you can. I want you to decorate and pick out whatever furniture you want, I haven’t touched the inside.  Narcissa was gracious enough to give us a few acres in Wiltshire where our new home sits. We are closer to the lake; it’s a six bedroom home, with your very own library and office. I had a Quidditch pitch built and a garden pla-mmmph!”

Draco throws himself at Harry and kisses him like he needs him to breath. Harry brings his arms around him and kisses him back. After a few minutes and the kids shouting out Ewe, they pull back. Draco’s eyes are still wide as he says, “A house….you got me a house for Christmas……a house that…that’s closer…..we’re moving……”

His words trail off and Harry gives him a soft smile. He cups his cheek and says, “We are moving closer to your mother, because I don’t like how far you are from her. I know you want to see her more and she loves having us around. I am taking you home, my love. I wanted a place that you and I made together.”

Draco can feel his eyes getting wet. How was this man so bloody generous? He whispers out, “But…but this is our home. You are my home.”

Harry places a soft kiss to his lips, “I am not getting rid of Godric’s Hollow. It’s still ours, and we can come back here whenever we want. But I want a place where we and the kids built from scratch. A place where the memories are just us.”

And Draco can read between the lines. ‘I want a place where she wasn’t. I want a place where it is simply us.’

Draco peppers his face with kisses and repeats I love you over and over again. It’s Deja vu from his proposal all over again.

He tells him, “How are you so damn thoughtful? I swear I can never outshine you when it comes to gifts. I gave you garbage compared to yours.” Harry pinches his side, “Oi don’t insult my gifts. You’ve gone above and beyond. I won’t have you bad mouthing my husband.”

Draco grins and plasters himself to Harry.

Albus asks, “We’re getting a house? Closer to Mami?” His excitement shines through. Narcissa nods, “That’s right. We are going to be seeing a lot of each other.”

All three boys squeal in delight and run over to their Mami to cover her in kisses and hugs. Narcissa’s cheeks bloom pink but the happiness in her eyes is evident. Draco’s heart squeezes in joy. Ron grins, “Congrats mate. I can’t wait to see it!”

Hermione nods, “Harry I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Harry smiles but doesn’t let go of Draco, his husband refusing to untangle from him.

Harry says, “The only one I told was Narcissa because I wanted to move close to the Manor. She refused to let me look at any of the surrounding homes.”

Narcissa pulls back from James who has her in a tight hug. She says, “Our lands go on for miles. I had plenty to spare, and I know how much Draco loves Wiltshire. I told Harry the best thing to do was to build on our land. It all belongs to Draco anyway; once I am gone it is his.”

Before Harry can say anything James moves from Narcissa and says, “Actually….I have something for Papa.” He looks at Al who nods and stands next to James, “Me too!” Next Scorp goes to stand with them, “And I have something for Dad.”

Draco and Harry look at them confused. Hermione’s grin is blinding and it makes Harry nervous.

She says, “You two sit down.” Harry looks around the room as he does. All the adults’ eyes are shining and he swears he sees Ron sniffle.

Harry asks, “What’s going on?”

He and Draco sit on the couch, holding each other’s hands. James and Al stand in front of Draco, while Scorp stands in front of Harry. He hadn’t noticed but the three boys have a thin envelope clutched in their hands.

Draco lifts a brow, “What is that?” James looks nervous as he says, “Papa, Al and I love you so much. You’re the best Papa we could have ever asked for and you make our Dad so happy. So we made you this.” Albus grins and from his pocket pulls out a small book. Scorpius looks at Harry and says, “Daddy, I love you very much. You made my Papa smile when I thought he couldn’t anymore and you gave me love I didn’t think I would get from anyone but Papa. So I made you this.”

He hands Harry a book similar to Draco’s. Harry feels a lump in his throat at Scorpius’ words. He can tell Draco feels the same.

The book is tiny but then James pulls out his wand and expands both of them. Draco gasps, “James Potter, how did you learn an engorgement charm already?” James grins, “Auntie ‘Mione of course.”

Both men open their books. Inside are pictures. In Draco’s it is filled with Draco, Albus and James. Albus says, “You are our Papa and you will forever be ours.”

Harry can feel his eyes sting as he looks at his. It’s filled with him and Scorpius. He didn’t realize how many pictures they had together. Scorp says, “You will forever be my daddy.”

Harry and Draco get to the last page and they have the same picture. It was the day Harry had proposed. Draco had someone from the staff take a picture as they were waiting for their food. He had his hand resting on Harry showing off his beautiful ring, Harry had his arms wrapped around him while the boys clung to their legs. They all had the same goofy and loving smile. At the bottom of the picture it has the date it was taken and the name Potter-Malfoy’s written in beautiful calligraphy. At the same time the three boys say, “Touch the name.”

They do as they’re told. Harry can no longer hold back the tears as the words appear.

Draco lets out a chocked sob as he reads his.

Harry’s reads: Make me yours forever, would you please adopt me?

Draco’s reads: Never leave us, would you please adopt us?

Both Draco and Harry look up to see James, Al, and Scorp holding those envelopes. Harry knows that inside he will find adoption papers.

The papers that will officially mark Scorpius as his son, as a Potter; that will make James and Albus an official Malfoy. Harry grabs Scorpius and crushes him to his chest.

“Of course, of course, of course,” Harry’s voice is rough as he cries into Scorpius’ hair. Draco has James and Albus in his lap, he is crying and repeating, “My boys, my babies…..yes…yes….you’re mine, I love you.”  

There are no dry eyes left in the entire room.

Hugo and Rosie look a bit confused but they seem to understand that no one is sad. Ron has his face in Hermione’s neck but Harry can hear his sniffles. Through his tears he says, “Ron, you big sap.”

Hermione giggles through her tears. Harry, still clutching his son, asks, “It was you, wasn’t it? You helped them set this up.” Scorpius hugs his neck tighter; he can feel his tears against his neck.

Hermione nods, “James came to me one day asking about how he could legally become Draco’s. Goodness Harry don’t you think you could have given him a better explanation?” Her tone is so fond that it doesn’t sound like she is actually scolding him. 

She keeps talking, “It was Albus’ idea to do this as a Christmas gift. He said when he and Scorp went to school he wanted all of them to have the same last name. So I got started on all the paperwork. And the adoption process is fairly simple in the wizarding world. This way you don’t need to ask permission from anyone for anything.” She doesn’t say Ginny’s name but it is implied.

Harry looks over to see James and Albus trying to calm Draco down. His husband is still crying and clutching on to the boys of dear life. Harry smiles and scoots closer. He brings one arm to wrap around Draco. He says, “They aren’t going anywhere, love. No one can ever take them away from you.”

Draco lets out a content sigh and nods. The family of five cries a little more, gives each other hugs and kisses and then they sign the papers.

Two days later Harry and Draco officially change the boys’ names. They are now all officially Potter-Malfoy’s.

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The light shines and Draco groans. Harry must have forgotten to close the drapes last night. Draco pulls the covers over his head. He reaches a hand out. Intending to drag his husband closer to him; but frowns when his hand hits cool sheets. Draco opens his eyes to see Harry’s side of the bed empty. He blinks a couple of times before his mind fully wakes up.

He calls out for Harry but he doesn’t get a response. Where is that man?

He casts a quick tempus and sees that it’s only 7 AM. It’s Saturday so he does not need to go to the Ministry today. As far as he knew Harry had no plans today either.

Draco finally gets up and gets ready for the day. He and Harry talked about going to see a movie at the muggle cinema this evening. Maybe he could talk Harry into going to Neville’s plant shop. He would love to add a few more to his garden.

He makes his way to the kitchen but still no signs of Harry. After making his cup of tea he is thinking of sending his Patronus when he hears the Floo in the living room. He walks over to see Harry dusting himself off. He is in a pair of worn jeans and his favorite green sweater. His hair is still standing up like he just rolled out of bed and rushed out. He is rubbing his left eye and yawning.

Draco smiles at the adorable picture he makes. He summons the extra cup he made and walks to him. Harry looks up and smiles. Draco gives him a soft kiss and hands him his tea. “Good morning, love. Where did you get off to so early?”

Harry chases his lips for another kiss and then takes a sip. He sighs and then sits on the couch, “Good morning. I was summoned to Hogwarts by a bloody owl that flew in at 5:30 this morning.”

Draco lifts a brow as he sits next to Harry. He says, “What in Merlin’s name could Minerva want? The boys have been out of Hogwarts for 10 years.”

Harry sighs and tilts his head back, “I know, it was shocking when that blasted bird kept banging on the window. You sleep like the dead Draco. I don’t know how that insistent noise didn’t wake you.” Draco chuckles, “We’ve been married for years Harry. You should know this by now. Anyway what did she want?” Harry turns to look at Draco; an excited twinkle makes his luscious green eyes dance.

Harry says, “Minerva was in an uproar because two of her professors resigned last night. It seems like they had argued with her over their contract; stating they were owed a raise because they have been there for two years.”

Draco lifts a brow, “Is that actually true?” Harry shakes his head, “Apparently not. It seems like they might have tried to tamper with the paperwork to change what it said.”

Draco scoffs, “They tried to pull one over on Headmistress McGonagall with something as stupid as an altered contract?”

Harry lets out a snort, “And then some. She honestly had been looking for a reason to get rid of them both. But she has been so busy she could never look into it more. She gave me the details but I won’t bore you with that.”

Draco snuggles into Harry and he drops his arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer. He sips his tea and then asks Harry, “So what did she want to speak with you? And why couldn’t it have waited until later or even Monday. She knows you don’t work.”

Harry pinches his arm, “Oi, I work you prat. How else could I afford you?” Draco slaps him on the stomach, “That is still up for debate. And working a few hours a week at the shop does not count.” Harry laughs, “I’ll have you know George has me doing all the paperwork for that second shop in Hogsmeade.” Draco rolls his eyes, “Get back to your explanation as to why I had to wake up without my husband and could not partake in some lazy morning sex.”

 Harry kisses his forehead and continues, “Right, so anyway they resigned on her right then and there. As you know the school year is only a couple of months away. She was actually panicking because her Potions and DADA teacher quit.” Harry looks at Draco as he waits.

Draco is still looking at him confused, but after a few moments his eyes widen.

Harry keeps going, “She wanted to know if you had ever finished with your potions mastery. I informed her you finished about six years ago but weren’t having any luck in finding a job. And that you had kind of put it on the back burner because work had been getting busy. Then she asked how I would feel teaching until she could find someone to take over DADA.”

Draco’s mouth widens as Harry grins at him.

Harry strokes his cheek, “Tell me love, how do you feel about becoming the new Potions professor at Hogwarts while I fill in as a temporary professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?”

Draco can’t help the massive grin that splits his face. “Are you serious Harry? She wants me to be the Potions professor?” Harry moves in to give him a tender kiss. Draco can’t help smiling into it.

Harry pulls back and says, “She really does, Draco. She would have summoned us both but she remembers what a horrible morning person you are. So she figured she would just wake me up at that ungodly hour because I would kick up less of a fuss and it wouldn’t take me as long to function. What do you say?”

They both sent an owl; informing Minerva that they both accepted the position.

Harry had informed her he would be addressed as Professor Malfoy while Draco would be addressed as Professor Potter. They couldn’t wait to see what kind of chaos that would cause. They could almost see Minerva rolling her eyes when she sent her response but they knew she was delighted in having both Harry and Draco joining Hogwarts.

Draco and Harry are cooking when Draco says, “You know she will more than likely not look for anyone to replace you. You’ve pretty much just accepted a permanent position just like I did.”

Harry scoffs, “She said that she would look during the school year. She just couldn’t think of anyone on such short notice. And apparently she had been meaning to ask you. She just wanted the other idiot out of the way first.”

Draco rolls his eyes, “Harry she knows how good of a teacher you were in fifth year. Imagine what you could do with the right tools at your disposal. Don’t be dense Harry. She only told you that so she could get you in her clutches.”

Harry doesn’t believe him until after he is already teaching.

It’s coming closer to the holidays when he confronts her.

He hadn’t realized how much he enjoyed teaching until now. He and Draco had hit a few bumps in the beginning. They were both the youngest professors there and the students had been a little star struck when they first met Harry. Even though the war was over 20 years ago, his name still held a lot of weight in the wizarding world.

But things were slowly smoothing out. He could tell how much Draco enjoyed it as well. Though he complained about his students, he absolutely adored them.

And the kids were finally calling them by the right names. It took some time, but eventually everyone was aware that Harry would only answer to Professor Malfoy, and Draco to Professor Potter. Hermione and Ron had about bust a blood vessel by laughing so hard when they had visited them.

Harry was grading papers when his office door opens. He looks up and grins at Minerva. He says, “Headmistress, what a nice surprise.” She smiles at him and sits across from him, “Please Harry, you know I don’t like it when you call me that. It makes me feel so old.”

Harry nods, “Very well Minerva. What brings you here?”

“I wanted to see how you’re settling in. You’ve taken to teaching rather beautifully. Surprising, coming from a former student who was hardly ever in class.” Harry chuckles, “To be fair I was rather distracted during my school time. But I didn’t think I would enjoy it this much. I know I lead the teaching with Dumbledore’s Army but that was with people my own age. I thought it would be difficult for me to teach children.”

Minerva smiles, “You are also a father Harry. You learned a lot raising those three boys.”

“But I had Draco for that. Now that is a man I didn’t think would be able to teach children.” Minerva laughs, “I can agree to that. I think he likes that the children are a little frightened of him.” Harry nods his head in agreement.

He says, “So to answer your question, I am settling in well. Teaching feels comfortable and I can say I enjoy having a purpose again. Ever since I had quit the Auror’s I never had a steady career. I think I would go crazy at home by myself with Draco here and the kids out of the house. It will be interesting to see what I do next year.”

Harry keeps a close eye on her as he finishes his sentence. Draco had been saying that he hadn’t heard a peep from McGonagall about finding a replacement for Harry. He had claimed she wasn’t even looking.

Minerva gives him a knowing look, “Come now Professor Malfoy. Did you really think I would let you go after securing such an amazing Defense teacher? The students would have my head if I replaced you.” Harry lifts a brow at her, “I thought I was to be a temporary solution. You said you would be looking for someone else. Maybe someone more suitable.”

For the first time ever, he sees her roll her eyes at him. His mouth drops a little.

She scoffs, “Really Harry? Someone more suitable then you? The man who has had every Unforgivable Curse thrown at him and survived, who has fought and defeated dark wizards since he was a baby? Who was taught by Albus Dumbledore himself? Harry I love you dearly but I must agree with your husband when he says you are quite dense.”

Harry can feel his cheeks burn as he blushes at her words. Praise still made him extremely uncomfortable.

He mumbles, “You said it was only for this year.”

She gives him a fond smile, “You are going to make me say it, aren’t you?” Harry pouts and crosses his arms like a child. She sighs, “Harry Potter-Malfoy, we would be honored to have you as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher in a permanent position. Would you please accept?”

He gives her a mock glare. Already knowing he is going to say yes.

He says, “You tricked me.”

She grins, “Severus would be proud with how cunning I can be.” Harry smiles, “That he would. Very well Minerva. I am yours as long as you will have me.” And with that he gets up and hugs her. She stiffens up for a moment but soon returns his embrace. His office door opens again and he looks up to see Draco. His husband smiles and says, “So did she finally tell you she isn’t looking? Was I right?”

Harry gives a put out sigh, “Yes, dear. You were right. I don’t know why I even argue with you.” They part and Minerva laughs. She says, “I shouldn’t be surprised that you figured it out right away Professor Potter.” Draco grins, “I told him that same day you spoke to him.”

Minerva stays a bit longer; her and Draco discussing plans for the winter hols, while Harry grades. A couple of hours later she says, “Well gentlemen I have a busy day tomorrow so I will see myself out. It’s late and I know you both have an early day. Back to your rooms and I will see you tomorrow.”

She waltzes out of the room and Draco chuckles. “Does she realize she still treats us like students sometimes?” He helps Harry tidy up his office and then both head out. Harry takes his hand and says, “I don’t think that will ever change love. But it is late, and we need to make sure everything is ready for this weekend. Al and Jamie will be home in the morning on Thursday and Scorpius has informed me that he will get there around noon on Friday.”

They make their way to their own personal cottage located outside of the building. Minerva had said they would have their own private home outside of the school. She knew how much Harry and Draco valued their privacy. She said it was a gift seeing as she spurred this on them at the last moment. She had also made sure to include a Floo connection to their cottage; knowing that they would both be going home on the weekends.

They’re getting ready for bed. Draco says, “I can’t wait to see them. It’s been so long.” Harry nods, “I know, working here has really dampened the number of times we can go watch Jamie’s games.”

Draco sighs, “It really does. But we’re both going to his match against the Cannons right?” Harry chuckles, “And miss seeing Ron cringe when James catches the snitch? Watching him be torn over cheering for his Godson or his loyalty to the Cannons? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Draco chuckles, “I still remember his heart broken expression when James signed on with Puddlemere United. Or when he made the ongoing bet that every time the Cannons lose to Puddlemere he has to wear their merchandise for a week.” Harry can’t even feel bad for Ron; he made the mistake of taking that beat with Draco. Jamie was one of the best Seekers of his generation. Draco hadn’t been surprised. He told Harry, “He is your son. Of course he is going to be a bloody brilliant Seeker.”

They snuggle into bed and Harry asks, “How long has it been since we’ve seen them?” Draco lays his chin on Harry’s head as he pressed a kiss to Draco’s chest.

He says, “We haven’t seen James since September during the last game we went to. Their season has been busy so far. And Albus we haven’t seen since July; he has been so busy finishing up his potions mastery,” Harry sighs, “I hate that they moved to France, but I am so bloody proud of them.” Draco nods, “Hermione feels the same way, but that was the best place to get their business started.”

Harry agrees, “I know. Who would have thought Al would be so amazing at potions.” Draco snorts, “While Scorpius was absolutely horrid at it. If it wasn’t for Albus I think he would have failed that class.” Harry nibbles on his chest, “Hey don’t talk about my brilliant boy like that. He was sorted into Ravenclaw for his brains.”

Draco runs his finger through Harry’s hair, “That he was. I didn’t think we would have an assorted bunch. Scorp a Ravenclaw, Al a Slytherin, and James a Gryffindor through and through.”

Harry chuckles, “Our kids are pretty amazing, aren’t they?” Draco nods his head. They stay silent for a few moments before Draco says, “I’m worried about Scorpius. Do you think he is okay? We haven’t seen him since August.”

Harry snuggles into Draco some more. He says, “But we talk to him the most love. I worry about him too, but you know he is fine. Scorpius is an amazing Curse-breaker and super cautious. And you know Bill would never let anything happen to him.”

Bill had left Gringotts and ventured out on his own. Business was booming for them right now, so Scorpius was very busy.

Harry continues, “And you know he is very high in demand. Scorpius is the best Bill has on his team.” Draco sighs, “I know, I just miss my babies.”

“I know, so do I. But the three of them promised to be home for at least three weeks this time.”

Draco hums happily, “That they did. Although I wonder how James managed to score that. I doubt Oliver Wood is happy about his top Seeker being away for that long.”

Harry shrugs, “All I know is James said he wasn’t leaving our side. Besides the cannons game, I know he has a few more here in England. James made sure our box is set because he wants us there at every game. But he hasn’t said anything about the games outside of England.”

Draco sighs, “I know they have another Seeker….but my Jamie is the best. I doubt they would let him take time off with the World Cup looming so close.”

“Well that is in his hands. He is a grown man who apparently knows what he is doing.”

Draco doesn’t say anything as he plays with Harry’s hair. The lay there in silence; enjoying the warmth from each other.  It’s a few minutes later when Draco finally speaks up.

“Sometimes I can’t believe this is my life.” Harry looks up at him in confusion, “What do you mean?”

Draco looks at his husband and his chest tightens with a happiness so strong it threatens to overwhelm him. He relishes in how, even after so many years, he keeps falling in love with Harry as if it were the first time.

He brings his lips to Harry’s forehead. He gives him a peck but doesn’t remove them as he speaks. “I did so many bad things Harry. I bullied people, I took the mark, I almost killed Dumbledore, I let Death Eaters into the school; I fought on the wrong side of the war. And what I regret the most is making an enemy out of you. I almost lost the love of my life to my pride.”

Harry feels his chest tighten at his words. He wonders where he would be right now if James hadn’t convinced him to go to the park that wonderful morning.

Draco continues, “I’ve made a million mistakes, and yet somehow, Merlin blessed me with the man of my dreams. He brought you to me, and gave me a family that I only ever dreamed of. When Astoria died, I thought it was only me and Scorpius against the world. I was petrified that my son would be judged because of his last name. Instead we found the most wonderful man in the world to love us both. I have everything I’ve ever wanted and so much more.”

Harry can feel his throat clogging up. It is rare for Draco to express his feelings so much. Harry presses kisses to his neck; the emotion in his throat almost spilling out.

Harry says, “I love you Draco. You are my forever and always. There isn’t a day were I don’t thank Merlin for leading Scorpius to that park; for bringing you back into my life. Honestly I don’t ever want to remember my life before you.”

Draco places a finger on Harry’s chin and tilts his head up. Their lips meet in a tender kiss. Even after years of being together, Draco’s kisses light Harry on fire.

They pull back and Draco says, “I love you so much Harry.”

“I love you, my dragon. Forever and always.”

Draco presses his lips to his and whispers against it, “Forever and always my love.”

Chapter Text

Epilogue

“James! James where are you?” Scorpius plops his bags on the bed and finally sits down. This past month has been nothing but a headache. Case after case has been popping up in the last six months. Scorpius feels like he has been running himself ragged; once he would wrap up one, another found its way on to his desk.

If it hadn’t been for Uncle Bill he probably wouldn’t have made it home. And that was unacceptable.

In a matter of seconds Scorpius is flat on his back with his extremely heavy older brother hugging the life out of him.

“Scorpius you’re home!”

He begins shoving at him, “Oi! Get off you big oaf, you weigh a ton!” They wrestle for a moment but then James gets him in a headlock and refuses to let go.

“You should show your elder brother some respect you little twat!” Scorpius pinches him hard on the side. James yelps and finally let’s go. He gives him a kick and James tumbles to the floor with a loud ‘Oomph’.

Scorp peers over the bed, “You’re only older by a year but you act like you’re five.”

James smiles and gets up; both brothers look at each other and after a few moments they embrace. Scorp has to lean down a bit but he rests a cheek on Jamie’s shoulder.

His brother sighs, “It’s so good to have you home Scorp. We haven’t seen you in months.” He nods, “It has been so crazy at work. I’ve had to cancel lunch with dad like six times.” He pouts at that. It doesn’t matter how old he gets; having lunch with his dad was the highlight of his day sometimes. The fact that he hasn’t been able to see him has been horrible.

James nods, “He did tell me that. I know he tried to hide it but I can see how sad he gets. Out of the three of us you’re the closest to them here. And I know both Papa and Dad haven’t seen Al in almost a year.”

Scorp feels a pang in his chest; he doesn’t like to make his father sad.

He sighs and pulls back, “Well at least we all get to be together now. Has Albus gotten here?” James shakes his head as both boys exit the room. He says, “He and Anya should be here in about an hour.” Scorpius laughs, “Travelling with kids sure must be a hassle.”

James chuckles, “Wouldn’t know. Life as a bachelor sure is the best.” Scorpius smacks his brother, “Our parents want more grandchildren. Isn’t it time you settle down?” James groans as he throws himself on the couch. Scorp makes his way to the bar to make them each a drink.

Jamie gives a dramatic sigh, “I already heard this from Papa last month. Do I need to hear it from you as well? Albus already gave them three. Why on earth would they want more?”

Scorpius floats Jamie his cup. He sits down across from him and says, “Dad wants a massive family line. He will not be satisfied with just one of his kids giving him grandchildren. You’re 35 James, you aren’t getting any younger.”

James glares at him, “Oh yeah, and when are you going to pop some out?” Scorp gives him a knowing look, “You know it isn’t that simple for me.”

James sips on his drink and lifts a brow, “Have you even told them?” Scorp shakes his head, “It’s still new. We’ve only been together a couple of months.”

“Dad’s going to be upset you haven’t told him.” Scorpius sighs knowing James is right.

He tells Harry everything. And the fact that he has been seeing someone for 2 months and still not told him….well he knew his dad will probably feel hurt.

“I was planning on telling him when we had lunch but of course I kept getting swamped with work so I had to reschedule. But I haven’t been able to see him.”

James says, “You could have told him over Floo. You talk to him almost every day. I swear he forgets he has two other kids.”

Scorpius lifts a brow, “You talk to Papa just as much. And dad has been to every one of your matches; even the ones outside of the UK.” James waves his hand, “My point is you have had multiple chances. Are you scared or something?  I mean you told me and Al before you told our parents. That was very shocking.”

“How is that surprising? I tell you guys everything.”

James gives him a knowing look, “Everything?”

He rolls his eyes, “Are you still upset about that? It was ages ago. And I told you right after.”

“It was a whole week! Who the hell comes out to their parents first before their brothers? It is supposed to be the other way around,” Jamie’s pout makes Scorpius laugh. “Dad knew before I did. How could I not tell them first?”

It really hadn’t been anything special. He had been having dinner with his parents; Albus and James had decided to stay at school; Jamie was taking some extra training courses for Arithmancy and Al was tutoring a few students in potions. His Dad had been raving at how Albus had done during the last Slytherin Quidditch match. Papa had been staring at him with a look that screamed love and adoration. Every time Scorpius saw the way they looked at each other, he craved to find something like that. He wanted what they had.

And seeing that look; well it came out like vomit.

“I’m gay.”

Harry stopped in the middle of his story. Draco had turned to look at him; his eyes wide. Scorpius had given him a small smile and then looked at Harry. His dad was giving him a confused look, “Did you just figure it out?”

Scorpius couldn’t help the way his mouth dropped open. Harry had given him such a warm smile that he couldn’t help it; he started crying. Which in turn made Draco scold Harry and Harry panic and beg for forgiveness. He was 15 years old and bawling like a child into Harry’s shoulder.

Draco had said, “Seriously Harry, you could have been a little more tactful. Your son tells you he likes wizards and you brush it off.”

Harry gave a distressed noise, “Scorp, baby I am so sorry. I….I didn’t mean to be insensitive. It…..just….I mean, it isn’t something you needed to say. I already knew, father’s intuition I guess, but I should have worded it better.”

 It had taken him a few minutes but he finally stopped crying. Draco was carding his fingers through his hair while Harry was stroking his back.

Draco said, “Like your dad said, you didn’t have to tell us sweetheart. But thank you for doing so. I know it isn’t always easy; trust me I know firsthand.”

Scorpius had moved from Harry to wrap his arms around his Papa. He took a deep breath and the smell of Draco and home calmed his racing heart.

“I love you both so much. I have the best parents in the world.” Harry had placed a kiss on his head, “Merlin couldn’t have gifted us with better sons. We love you my little Scorpion. And we really shouldn’t be judging you; seeing as your Papa and I are super gay for each other.”

“Harry!” Draco had smacked him hard but all that did was make them cry with laughter.

Scorpius’ mind comes back to the present and he grins. “I’ve already apologized a million times. When are you going to let that go?”

James and Albus hadn’t cared that he was gay; but they were furious to be the last to know. Albus hadn’t talked to him for a week and Jamie would glare at him every time they made eye contact.

Scorpius says, “And you two were jerks about it. I am the most sensitive out of the three of us and you two cut me off for a week.”

James tosses back the last of his drink, “You deserved it. It was completely rude to wait so long to tell us. But I know how you can make it up to me.”

Scorp lifts a brow, “How?”

James gives him a wicked smile, “I get to tell them you’re dating Blaise and Pansy Zabini’s son.”

+++

“Where the hell are they?” Albus is tapping his foot in agitation. His parents were supposed to be home three hours ago. Scorpius checks to make sure dinner is still under the stasis charm. He answers, “Are you sure Aunt ‘Mione said they were getting back today?”

James rolls his eyes, “Yes! For the thousandth time I triple checked to make sure. I even asked Mami, she said Papa is having breakfast with her tomorrow.”

Anya laughs, “They are grown men. If they want to get home late they can.” Al grumbles, “It’s 11 at night. Where the hell would they even go? Papa is a nightmare to deal with if he doesn’t get enough sleep.” Scorpius chuckles, “That just means we are going to have to deal with him. It’s Dad’s birthday week, and he deserves a break.”

James rolls his eyes, “That old cot is turning 55 not 21. He doesn’t need an entire week.” Anya smacks him upside the head, “Don’t talk about Harry that way. I will not stand for it.”

“Oi! Albus get your wife in line!” Al doesn’t answer as he continues glaring at the Floo. Scorpius goes over to him and puts an arm around his shoulder.  He says, “Don’t worry so much Al. I’m sure they’re fine. They literally just got back from a month vacation. It’s possible they went to go see Aunt ‘Mione and Uncle Ron.”

Anya walks over to her husband and pecks his check, “Or they could have gone to see Bill and Fleur.”

Scorp nods his head, “You know Uncle Bill has been eager to talk to dad about expanding some more.” Al begins to chew on his nail, “They should have been home. Aunt ‘Mione would have let us know if they were there. She knew we were coming to surprise them. And I know that they aren’t at Shell Cottage because Ginny is staying there with her boyfriend. We all know Papa would never let her near dad.”

James nods, “That’s true.”

Scorp squeezes Al’s shoulder, “Ginny huh?” He turns to scowl at his brother, “At least I am not calling her that bint anymore. Be glad for that.”

Anya scoffs, “Only because Remus heard you say it and now he won’t stop.” Al groans at that, “I already apologized for that! I didn’t know he was behind me!”

James chuckles, “My nephew sure is sneaky. Hard to believe he is already seven.” Anya moves to the couch and begins telling James how Remus has been finding ways to stick his sisters to the walls. Scorpius looks at Al, “But seriously how are you feeling? Have you given much thought about reaching out to your mother?”

Al growls and shrugs away from Scorpius, “Don’t call her that. Jamie might have forgiven her, but I don’t want anything to do with her.”

Scorpius sighs, “How many times has she reached out to you this time?”

Al looks out the window now. A few moments later he says, “I got another letter from her two months ago. She wants to have dinner. She asked how Anya and the kids are.”

“Al don’t you think-”

“No Scorpius, I don’t think anything. I know I want nothing to do with her and I don’t want my kids to know her. Like I said I don’t resent Jamie for forgiving her. And I don’t resent him for meeting up with her when he does. But that doesn’t mean I have to. Just because she decided to come back and suddenly wanted us back in her life doesn’t mean I have to accommodate anything for her. I’ve told you before, I don’t care that she left us. She didn’t want kids, whatever, but she doesn’t get to come back because she felt ready.”

Scorpius doesn’t say anything to that; because really what could he say? Dad had tried to talk to him about it. Tried to get him to see her once so Al could get some kind of closure. But his brother refused. He always said he didn’t owe her a thing. This is life and people don’t always get what they want.

Scorp nods, “As long as your happy Al, I don’t care. I just want to make sure you’re okay with what you’re doing.”

Al nods, “I am Scorp. I have my family, two loving parents, and two brothers who annoy the living daylights out of me. I wouldn’t change that for anything.”

At that moment a chime goes off and suddenly a baby is wailing. Al goes to move but Anya stands, “Stay here honey. Your parents should be here soon; I’ll go check on Lily and make sure she didn’t wake up Nissa and Remus.”

“Thanks sweetheart,” Al gives her a kiss on the lips and then she is off. Scorpius goes to sit next to James.

“So how was your dinner with your mom?” James looks at Al as he sits on the chair across from them, but he isn’t looking at them. He is still glaring daggers at the Floo. James says, “It was fine. She told me that she is moving to Romania to help Uncle Charlie with the sanctuary.”

“Oh so she finally retired from coaching?” James nods, “She said she was getting too old. And…….well she asked how you were doing.” Scorpius lifts a brow, “She did?”

“Yes, she said to tell you hello and she is glad to hear how well you are doing in your career,” James grins at that. “What have you been telling her exactly?” Scorpius can’t help his curiosity. Ginny Weasley was a touchy subject around his Papa, and though he didn’t care if Al and James reconnected with her, he wanted Scorpius to stay as far as possible.

Scorpius hadn’t really argued. He had no reason to seek out Ginny; she was nothing of his. James says, “I brag about you all the time. I told her how Uncle Bill has you training all the new recruits when he doesn’t have you running around with all of their difficult cases. I also told her that witch weekly listed you in their top 50 young and hot successful wizards.”

Scorpius punches him hard, “Why on earth would you tell her that? You know that article was pure rubbish. I told Victorie not to publish that!” Al can’t help but chuckle, “But bro, you were number 4.” He snickers as Scorpius throws a pillow at him.

James lets out a loud snort, “Anyway that was all. She asked if you would like to join us next time.”

Scorpius can’t help but flinch at that. He gives Jamie a tight smile, “Tell her I appreciate the invite, but I don’t think Papa would be too happy with that.”

James nods, “I told her you probably couldn’t but that I would tell you anyway.” Scorpius smiles at his older brother, “It’s nice that you talk to her James. You seem happy about it.” James simply shrugs, “It’s weird. I mean she tried for years you know. She was constantly reaching out. Asking to meet. I felt bad at first. And even though I don’t really see her as my mother….it’s nice to talk to her. Did I ever tell you she wanted to explain why she left?”

Scorpius shakes his head, “You didn’t. What did she say?”

James shrugs, “I don’t know. I told her she didn’t need to explain. The past was just that. And it didn’t really make a difference. I did explain that we will probably never have the type of relationship she wanted us to have, but that this is what I was willing to give. She seemed to understand that; though it did upset her. Ever since I told her that she hasn’t tried crossing any boundaries.”

Al snorts, “So she stopped asking about dad?” Scorpius couldn’t help the annoyed sound he lets out. That was another reason he didn’t really care to meet up with Ginny. It just reminded him that at one point she wanted to take him away.

James laughs, “She stopped asking about dad ten years ago. And even then I told her I wouldn’t tell her anything because that would be disrespecting my Papa. I only told her he was happy and well.”

Al asks, “How many times do you meet up with her?” His tone is a bit harsh. James grins and he goes over to sit on the arm of the chair Al is on.

James says, “Only a couple of times every few months. When I am home I only reach out to her when I am not busy with my family.” He puts an arm around Albus and continues, “She isn’t my priority Al, you guys are.”

Albus makes an annoyed sound, but after a few moments he leans into James. Scorpius chuckles, “Jealousy is an ugly color on you Al. How Anya finds you attractive still puzzles me.” Al flicks his hand and Scorp yelps at the stinging hex that hits his arm.

Before he can throw one at him, the Floo flares to life. All three boys turn to see their Dad tumble in with their Papa hanging against his shoulder.

“For the love of Merlin Draco, I told you not to finish that last bottle with George,” Harry grunts as his husband wraps his other arm around him.

Draco giggles, “I didn’t…….I only drunk….drunk….drink half.” Scorpius tries not to laugh at the intoxicated state of his father. He looks over to see that Jamie and Al are both wearing the same amused looks.

Harry sighs, still not having noticed that his children are in the same room. He says, “Draco I saw you slam more than half the bottle. Don’t try to lie to me; you are going to be a nightmare tomorrow.” Draco leans into him and begins nibbling on his ear. He says, “Take me to bed baby, I want to shove my co-”

“For the love of all that is pure and good DO NOT finish that sentence. Dear Merlin I think my ears are bleeding,” Jamie gags at the end for dramatic effect. Albus shudders, “Please Scorp find me a time turner, or better yet oblivate me. Good that was foul.”

Harry whirls around so fast that he lets go of Draco and he lands on the floor with a painful groan.

His eyes widen as he takes in his three boys; all standing with matching glares and their arms crossed. Harry stutters out, “Wh…what….wait….you’re here….but…what?” Scorpius says, “We come all the way here to surprise you, get worried sick because you aren’t home when you were meant to be here three hours ago, get scarred for life because Papa is drunk and apparently wants to ravish you, and all you can say is what?”

Albus scowls, “Do you have any idea how late it is? Your portkey got in at eight!”

Harry finally grins and runs to them. He smashes them all in a hug. “My boys are home. I’ve missed you all so much!”

All three of them melt into their dad and their anger subsides just like that. He gives each of them a kiss and he can’t contain the tears of joy that slip out.

Albus pulls back and wipes his eyes, “Dad, don’t cry. We missed you like crazy.”

Harry burrows into Al, almost taking him down to the floor. “Albus it’s been almost a year. I didn’t think I would see you until Christmas.”

Al hugs his dad tight, “We couldn’t wait that long. And Remus has been crying because he hasn’t seen you.” Harry pulls back with wide eyes, “Anya and the kids are here?” Albus grins, “Of course. I wasn’t going to leave my family for two weeks.”

Harry is floored, “But what about work?” Albus grins, “Hugo can manage for two weeks without me. It isn’t every day you turn 55.”

James pry’s Albus’ arms away, “Stop hogging him. Hi dad!” They each take turns squeezing the breath out of him, but Harry wouldn’t have it any other way. He has just pulled away from Scorpius when they all turn when a snore comes from the floor. Harry winces as he sees his husband curled up on the floor, completely passed out. Scorpius chuckles, “Should we leave him there? Teach him a lesson about getting drunk with Uncle George?” James asks, “What did he drink?”

Harry covers his eyes, “Your Uncle gave him Daisyroot.” Albus groans, “He is going to wake up in a foul mood already. Even worse if he wakes up on the floor.”

Harry groans, “I begged him to stop, he is meeting his mother tomorrow and he hates not being at his best for her. I am going to get an earful for letting George talk him into drinking the night away.” Al lifts a brow, “Any particular reason why Uncle George wanted to kill Papa with Daisyroot?”

Harry looks at Draco with a blinding smile, “Minerva has finally made a decision and has named your Papa as the next Headmaster.”

Jamie’s eyes bug out, “Headmaster!”

Al squeals, “You’re lying!”

Scorp yelps, “Way to go Papa!”

Draco lets out a loud snort causing them all to double over in laughter. Harry looks adoringly at his drunkard of a husband. He says, “She told us when the school term ended that she had big news and she would tell us when we returned from our trip. But since your lovely Papa decided to extend it by two weeks she paid us a visit to give him the news. I am so proud of him.”

Scorp says, “I never thought I would see the day that Papa would be Headmaster of Hogwarts. All he does is complain about his students. I honestly thought it would be you dad.” Harry shakes his head, “He loves his students; sometimes I think he loves them more than me. And he has come to adore that school more than ever. He is always with Minerva and helping her. It’s almost as if he is Headmaster already. She is finally going to retire in two years and then the position is all Draco’s. He is going to be the youngest wizard ever appointed as Headmaster.”

Harry moves to his sleeping husband and picks him up. He places a kiss on his forehead and quickly puts him to bed. He heads back to his boys. He doesn’t make it to bed until after two in the morning.

Draco groans as the light wakes him from his slumber. Merlin his head was pounding. Why, oh why did he listen to George about drinking? Last night he was supposed to get home in the evening, order some takeout food and snuggle with Harry on the couch while they watched a movie. And then after they were going to shag like teenagers because all this vacation had done was make Draco randy as all holy hell. But he just had to listen to George about celebrating the wonderful news that he was going to become headmaster. He should have said no to the first bottle, and the second. He really should have said no to the fourth one but he didn’t. And now he felt like death. His body felt like he had been hit by the Hogwarts express; today was going to be atrocious, and he still has to have breakfast with his mother. She is not going to be happy.

He slowly peels one eye back; hoping to see his favorite face in the world. But he frowns when he sees that Harry’s side of the bed is empty. Where the hell is his husband? Why was he not in bed ready to take care of him?

He groans again when he hears noise coming from downstairs. But he sits up quickly when he hears the sound of children giggling. The world spins and he falls back to bed; cursing his stupid decisions as his stomach turns. He turns his head and opens his eyes again. There he spots a bottle of Albus’ hangover potion. And in seconds he empties it.

Merlin the taste was foul, but Al made the best hangover potion in the world. In a matter of seconds his stomach has settled and his headache has all but disappeared. His body is still feeling sore but not as bad as before. He could at least function for his meeting with his mother.

Wanting to see where his husband is he quickly gets up. His is brushing his teeth when he hears a squeal and a little boy screaming, “Grampi come find me! Come find me!”

Draco’s heart begins to pound as he recognizes Remus’ voice and he rushes through his morning routine. He is stumbling down the stairs, struggling to put his shirt on when he hears, “Popi! You up!” In seconds he is catching his beautiful Nissa in his arms.

“Popi! I miss you! Gwampi say you sleep!” She peppers his face with kisses and Draco’s heart swells.

“I missed you my sweet girl,” he kisses her as she gives a delighted laugh. “Well it looks like my sleeping beauty has finally risen.” Draco looks up to see Harry with a squirming Remus in his arms. His husband comes and kisses his temple.

“How are you feeling, love?” Draco takes Remus as Harry grabs Nissa. “Harry what are the kids doing here? Where are Al and Anya?”

“Merlin Papa I thought you were never going to wake up. The kids have been driving Dad mental for the past hour. How did you sleep through that?” Draco’s eyes widen as he sees James emerge from around the corner. In seconds he has his oldest in his arms. Remus is not happy and wiggles until he is let down.

“Jamie, oh my baby! When did you get here?”

“He got here about an hour before I did yesterday.” Draco moves from James to look at Scorp. But before he could rush over to him he hears, “I have a bone to pick with.” His eyes bug out as Albus comes in. Suddenly he is enveloped in the arms of all three of his children. He is mumbling incoherent words into Al’s chest; his babies are home and it is overwhelming him.

Scorp says, “Don’t cry Papa. Sorry we haven’t been home.” It takes Draco a few minutes to calm down.

James says, “Sorry to ambush you so early in the morning. To be fair we saw you yesterday but you sort of passed out as soon as you hit the floor.”

“I don’t care. I am so happy to have you all home!” Draco grabs Albus and crushes him to his chest. “Al I haven’t seen you in almost a year.” Scorp rolls his eyes, “See James I told you he was the favorite.” James huffs, “I don’t even know why we bother to come home.”

Draco throws Scorp a glare, “Stuff it you. I love all three of my kids equally.” Scorp and James look at one another. James says, “Is Papa smothering you to death Scorp?”

“I don’t think he is. How about you James?”

“Not at all. Maybe we should go monopolize dad’s time since Papa is just ignoring us.”

“Get over here the both of you. So needy, my children are.” He is once again surrounded by all three of them. It takes Harry saying that Anya and Lily are in the kitchen to get Draco to step away from his boys. The morning is so lively; the kids are screaming and Al and James get into a heated debate about how to throw Harry’s birthday party.

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Harry is brushing his teeth when Draco slams into the room.

“Harry James Potter-Malfoy, you dropped me on the floor last night and just left me there?” Harry grumbles about good for nothing children as he rinses his mouth. Draco is glaring at him with his arms crossed. Harry approaches him, “To be fair love, our children surprised the living daylights out of me. I didn’t expect to see them there.”

“How on earth could you drop me? You’re the Savior of the Wizarding world and you can’t hold on to your husband when taken by surprise? Merlin you would have made a terrible Auror.” Harry chuckles and wraps his arms around him, “My beautiful husband was completely sloshed and was talking about shoving his cock up my ass while our children were present. How was I meant to react?”

Draco’s eyes widen, “What?”

Harry leans down to nibble on Draco’s neck, “Apparently you wanted to take me to bed so we could fuck like rabbits. As if we hadn’t just done that in the morning before we departed from the resort. You scarred the boys by the way. I found Al in my study looking for the ancient time turner relic you bought me. He swears he could make it work and he needed to go back in time to tell himself to wait in his room for you.”

Draco groans in mortification, “Oh merlin that is so embarrassing.”

Harry grins and pulls back, “For what it’s worth, I am deeply sorry for allowing your precious body to hit the floor.”

Draco gives a little grunt and buries his face in Harry’s neck. He can’t believe he said that in front of his kids. Harry runs his hand up and down his spine and Draco’s body automatically relaxes into his husbands touch.

After a few moments of silence Draco says, “I don’t know how he found out but Charlie owled me to say congratulations.”

Harry kisses his hair, “That was nice of him.” Draco grunts but doesn’t say anything. Harry sighs, “It’s been years, baby. Don’t you think it’s time to see him again? He felt wretched about how he treated me and spent months apologizing. He even apologized to the boys. You’re the only who hasn’t seen him since it happened.”

Draco shakes his head, “Harry you know I won’t. I am so happy you reconciled with him; and I do appreciate the fact that he regrets his actions. But a part of me is still angry; still hurt that even for a moment, even if he didn’t mean it, he wanted Scorpius and I out of the picture. Just so his sister could have her happy ending. I thought we were friends. But he simply showed me what he really thought of me.”

Harry sighs but nods. He understands; Draco has told him multiple times why he can’t just forgive Charlie Weasley. He might not like it; doesn’t like the fact that Draco still feels hurt or the fact that Charlie has never been to their home.

But he stands by his husband no matter what. He has Charlie back in his life and that is all he could really ask for.

Finally Draco says, “You know I found a bruise on my hip this afternoon. I must have hit the floor harder than you thought.”

Harry snorts, “Are you sure it isn’t from me fucking you against the rails of our balcony during our holiday?” Draco flushes at the memory. Harry might be in his fifties but Merlin he was still as strong as ever.

Draco licks his lips as he remembers the way Harry lifted him; remembers the way he held on to the rail as his husband shoved his thick cock into his twitching asshole.

He feels his cock throb in his pants at the memory. Draco looks at him coyly, “Oh no love. Those bruises are right on my ass. I made sure not to spell those away either.” Harry groans and he grabs Draco by his chin. He brings their lips together and he wastes no time exploring that delicious mouth.

Draco wraps his arms around Harry’s neck and deepens the kiss. After a few minutes they pull back, and Harry drops to his knees. Without saying a thing he lowers Draco’s pants to expose his hips. He finds the small bruise and quickly attaches his lips to it.

Draco gasps and throws his head back as he feels Harry suckle and nip at his flesh. Harrys continues to suck on pale skin while his hand softly kneads Draco’s hardening cock. Draco chocks on a moan and clumsily throws up a silencing spell.

“Fuck, baby the kids are home,” Draco’s voice is low as his cards his fingers through Harry’s hair; trying to direct him to his aching cock.

Harry pulls back, “Then you better hope that crappy silencing spell you threw up works.”

Draco scoffs, “I do not throw crappy sil-” he is cut off as Harry whirls him around. He is facing the mirror in his bathroom, hunched over the counter. Harry gives him no warning as he lowers his pants completely down to his ankles and wraps his lips around his rim.

Draco’s moan is so loud he swears he can see the mirror shake. Harry spreads his cheeks wide and shoves his tongue into Draco. “Fuck, Harry! Yes….oh yes baby that feels so good!” He widens his legs as his husband eats his ass with no remorse. Harry was so unbelievably good at this; it made Draco wild. He swipes his tongue up and down, swirls it a bit and then shoves it back inside.

Draco can’t help the way he moves against his husbands face. Harry takes his thumbs and stretches Draco, placing them on his rim and kneading it slowly.

“Oh baby, fuck you eat me so good.” Draco presses a hand against the mirror while his other one goes to his weeping cock. He smears his pre-cum along the shaft and he shudders at how amazing it feels. It doesn’t take him long with his hand and Harry’s tongue. It’s seconds later that he is shouting Harry’s name and his cock spurts all over the counter. Harry pulls back and gives a rough nibble to his still bruised ass and Draco groans as he releases a little more.

Draco has his chest pressed against the counter, chest heaving roughly. He watches as Harry lowers his pants and strokes his heavy looking cock. Draco can see is glisten as he uses a lube spell. Then Harry spreads his cheeks again.

“I didn’t prep you baby so I won’t be pounding into this beautiful ass tonight.” Draco looks confused but then he feels Harry rubbing himself into the crack of his ass. He moans as its moves against his sensitive rim. He can feel his cock twitch, but he knows he won’t be getting hard again for another couple of hours. Harry pants above him and Draco shivers at how good it feels. Harry interlaces their fingers as he continues to chase his release against Draco’s body.

Soon his pants turn ragged and his hips move erratically. Draco grunts as he feels Harry spill along his back and ass. He can feel Harry’s juices trickling down his crevice and legs. He feels so fucking dirty and it still lights a fire in his belly. They stay like that for a few minutes, both trying to catch their breath. Finally Harry lifts himself off of Draco and says, “It’s late but how about a quick shower. You’re filthy love.”

Draco grins, turns his face and pecks Harry on his chin, “Only for our all mighty savior.” Harry glowers and smacks that delectable ass.

They quickly shower and soon find themselves snuggled together under their covers. Draco is tucked against Harry with a huge smile on his face. He says, “I can’t believe they are all here. The house hasn’t been this loud since Lily was born.”

Harry chuckles, “It really was a surprise. Even though those children wear me out, I wouldn’t have it any other way. It is so nice to have our boys’ home.”

Draco peppers kisses all over Harry’s collar bone. He whispers, “Do you ever wonder what it would have been like if you would have taken my hand all those years ago?”

“You mean back at Hogwarts?”

Draco nods but doesn’t ease up on his kisses. Harry runs his fingers through his hair as he thinks about his answer.

Finally he says, “We might have become best friends. We might have hated each other. We might have fallen in love quicker. I do wonder but if I could go back in time I don’t think I would have changed that moment.”

“Why is that?” Draco runs his fingers along the tight planes of his husband’s stomach. The man was still as fit as in his twenties.

“Because I think that moment defined us; defined how we were meant to be. You and I……I honestly don’t think we could have worked back in school. You were an insufferable twat who was too absorbed in his father’s beliefs to have any opinions of his own.”

Draco scoffs and pinches him but he can’t argue against him.

Harry continues, “And I was an arrogant angsty teenager who was too damaged by all the adults around him with a disgusting savior complex. And a bit of a twat myself.” He presses a kiss to Draco’s temple.

Draco says, “You won’t find an argument from me on that point.”

Harry chuckles, “My point is, that while I do regret that it took me this long to find my happiness with you, I wouldn’t change anything. Because we wouldn’t be who we are now. We wouldn’t have James, Al and Scorp. Those three are the reason I can live my life without the guilt of the war to weigh me down.”

Draco nods, “I agree with you on every word. Scorpius saved me all those years ago. I wouldn’t have been able to move on from Astoria’s death without him. I….I would never have met you again.”

Harry tilts his chin up and places a soft kiss on his lips. He speaks with his mouth still touching Draco’s, “And that, my love, would be unacceptable.”

They cuddle under the covers and Harry whispers, “I love you.”

Draco lets out a happy sigh, “And I you, my love.”

Harry says as he turns off the lights, “Oh and Jamie said he has big news to tell us. I wonder if he finally found someone to settle down with.”